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sweetheart - bent lyrics

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bent

[verse 1: sweetheartz]
you judgemental dipshits read me all wrong
come here, i’ll catch you up with my underground song

my cut is fresh like what is it?
hotter than, harder than, no nothing matches it

the sideways glance of a sex maniac’s not half as advanced
as the whip when i crack this plan, you retract

excuse me, did i give something up?
pretend i was someone else, or let you dictate the make of my stuff?

now i didn’t say i’ve never taken one for the team
but to play me in the alley without anybody seeing

when my balconies are full of chum
it’s a whole nother thing to hold your tongue

it’s just me, it’s alright. so what? i would have fought you some
but now i’m iller than royals mixed in bacardi and rum

your punk -ss so bright you must know what you did
f-cking with that chick’s sister like you’re having her kid

you got me bent over a balcony

you got me bent over a balcony like i’m hanging a bat
but i’m kinda inna your boy. so what? i’m not f-cking sorry for that

you’re a carbon copy with a different horoscope
hit me up like i didn’t know he was dope

because my idioms flirtation you think i won’t t-trip you and your friends
drop kick you from my kitchen across the alley into a fence

i’m against you from the start, manufacturing your abuse
your tearing up and i’m not finished with you, dawg, there’s no excuse

skoosh your friend for you, d-ch-. shock, you’re dryer than chalk
i’ll drown you in your drink, and beat your head on the sidewalk

recesitate you with one toke of my venemous breath
then peel back your eyelids so you can witness your death

if you were feeling guilty at any time, maybe you should have just said “uncle.”
but your just a hipster wearing chains now playing disks like garfunkle

you remember the time?
you got me bent over a balcony

you remember the time you p-ssed out with your shoes on and got tatooed
with a sharpie? them big fat d-cks they drew suited you like a portrait dude

i’m not saying i don’t enjoy a good piece of body art
but that’s the only peace with you that i am willing to start

so let’s talk about your feelings now, huh, are you offended?
man, i’m giving you the finger because your silence don’t end it

is it appropo to tell it to this tool you think he’d hear it?
i’ll break my wrist on his pretty face, smack him so hard he won’t know what hit him

man, i’m prepared to pay you a visit, and i f-cked your friend
what’s gotten into you, you get your name signed in your giz yet?

or are you scared stiff cus i’m not putting up a front?
you’ve got one life to live and i’m moving on like virgin c-nt

i don’t give a d-mn. we don’t give a f-ck
you two got eachother, you both know how to duck

you got me bent over a balcony

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