Baby Colors - Return To Sender lyrics

Fake artists don't do it for the vibe They want the cool stuff Then they step aside I want in 'cause I love it Every fail is worth another try You can talk to me when you Don't do it for the ride You send me your love Via text, via cheek You want a response But your message was seen You mail me your heart I return to sender My cute face lit a spark Baby hold up, baby hold up, wait a second You be saying as I'm pressing On your bu*tons answer questions I've been asking for attention That's your claim But I just wanna know if you're really About this thing You want me on your TV all day long You want me on your TV all day long Put a fork to a cake, I'm sweet sh** Stick a fork in the food, and eat sh** For the love you surrender You surrender b**h My good friend wanted to set me up on a date The guy was cool, white, blue eyes In good shape She realized this ain't a hit It was a big miss She told me "he won't like you I forgot he's racist" He's the type to still be repping b**bies on his bracelets I just want to dilate my pupils and eat restaurant mints And wait patiently for the comeback of d**h Grips They taught me it's not hard to be bad It's not hard to be bad My lover thinks my boyfriend's rad It's not hard to be bad My lover thinks my boyfriend's rad But my husband doesn't like it When they encourage me to rap I need to ditch this town with a duffle bag Just ride through the west coast Til I run out of gas And start a new life wherever I land Oh, oh, oh it's all the same scenario I'm serenading hoes in San Francisco They didn't turn their ears on So they wouldn't even know And I'm too shy so I'll just hide up in Ontario Fetching for a ride A Charles Manson look-a-like Offers I stay at his place And he said he would sleep outside I got the house to myself though I miss his crazy eyes He told me unrequited love was Worse than genocide Turns out he did know Manson And was the Spahn Ranch tour guide