Song: ​eighteen
Artist:  b2nny
Year: 2021
Viewed: 40 - Published at: 7 years ago

[Intro]
Da, da, da, da, da, da-da
Da, da-da
Uh huh, da

[Verse 1]
You can't face me 'cause next year I turn eighteen
Movin' out the country, makin' sure that you can't trace me
I been hittin' so much, yeah, my mama call me lazy
She told me don't fuck with bitches, not until I'm eighteen
Now I made it, I can see the light of day
Yeah, I'm lookin' out my window and I see your pretty face, yeah
And I'm trippin' 'bout your love but I don't got no time to waste
Now I'm layin' in my bed, it's like I'm sleepin' wide awake, ah

[Chorus]
It's like I'm sittin' here for hours on my own
I be scrollin' through my Instagram just tappin' on my phone
"I don't like that too", I can hear it in your tone
She don't like my mood even though I'm actin' drone
Fuck, I can't fuck with you no morе
I said that I'm an artist, I can paint you at my door
Yeah, she caught me undеr pressure, I gotta pick up on my score
All these letters that I wrote you are just sitting on my floor
Yeah, I'll pick all of them up and I'll throw 'em in the trash can
I knew she was a fake, now she callin' me her trashman
Yeah, my pain is on its way, she a joke just to my Batman
All these thoughts, I can't escape, I just wonder what's happenin'
[Verse 2]
She be cryin' on my arm, please bitch, give me a break
It's hard for me to tell you you're my biggest mistake
And I can't even get you to stop callin' my name
And I tell you these feelings, girl, they are not the same
As they used to be
'Cause you keep tellin' you friends that you're using me (Fuck)
It's getting through to me
This the last time that I talk about you casually

[Chorus]
It's like I'm sittin' here for hours on my own
I be scrollin' through my Instagram just tappin' on my phone
"I don't like that too", I can hear it in your tone
She don't like my mood even though I'm actin' drone
Fuck, I can't fuck with you no more
I said that I'm an artist, I can paint you at my door
Yeah, she caught me under pressure, I gotta pick up on my score
All these letters that I wrote you are just sitting on my floor
Yeah, I'll pick all of them up and I'll throw 'em in the trash can
I knew she was a fake, now she callin' me her trashman
Yeah, my pain is on its way, she a joke just to my Batman
All these thoughts, I can't escape, I just wonder what's happenin'

( b2nny )
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