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gala mortina - purrrrrr lyrics

[verse 1]
take it back
kinda feeling kinda f+cking hazy
in the backseat of your mercedes benz
wanna vomit on your lawn when i get out the car
tell this man no sh+t allowed here
and i’m talking no walking
getting dizzy, my goddess
feminist, pacifist, you’re the sh+t
i don’t care of this much, lit

[chorus 1]
delta delta delta
imma big f+ckin’ belter
wanna pop a pill
3 grams gone
ripped up your letter
get it hit it (hard)
don’t make it bleed, oh bleedin’
calling on your name go
purrrr
you’re what i’m keeping

[verse 2]
do i want to tell you how i’m feeling? (¿debería joderte?)
boy you know i’m never leaving
get you so workеd up
got you so so uptight
t+t+t+take you to my house
turn off the light
masquеrade
just cascade
family violence
taste like lemonade (le+lemon+ade)
you lie, midi
ripped slit
picture burning it
picture of a cl+ (no)
[breakdown]
just, please
my place
you’re late
technology paid
psalms, raid
porsche, keyed
glasgow to beijing
voyage, maiden (no)

[chorus 2]
delta delta delta
imma big f+ckin’ belter
wanna pop a pill
3 grams gone
ripped up your letter
get it hit it (hard)
don’t make it bleed, oh bleedin’
calling on your name go
purrrr
you’re what i’m keeping
make you rip off your skin
shortbread in a tin (what the f+)
idm like aphex twin
abstract, misshaped, disturbing
get a shot
inject a lot
throw in the bin
touch you
make you purrrr, boy
don’t know where i’ve been
[verse 3]
public, get rid of it
school friends? get over it
keyed porsche? sell it
what a cheapstake way of living life
didn’t know you were like this
hanging with daniel and a bag of p+ss
2010 yes, that’s it
find a spot then sta+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+ab it
break you like pasta
not real you’re the imposter
made you cover it in water
break you’ neck
exhausted
crawl about like a mothe+mother lobster
ipad in your computer somehow
break breaking lotto

[chorus 3]
delta delta delta
imma big f+ckin’ belter
wanna pop a pill
3 grams gone
ripped up your letter
get it hit it (hard)
don’t make it bleed, oh bleedin’
calling on your name go
purrrr
you’re what i’m keeping
twisting twisting others
act like your mother
walking ‘bout like it’s gran canaria
panama, bombo bolivar
get a shot
inject a lot
throw in the bin
touch you
make you purrrr, boy
don’t know where i’ve been

- gala mortina lyrics

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