[Verse 1: Lucy Camp]
You ever feel your hair receding?
And the gripping of your hand cuz you don't care for bleeding much
So the stares, receiving such of it's embarra**ing to clutch
And you feel married to someone who is embarra**ing to touch
It's like you're inheriting their plunge
You jump I jump we're preparing for the lunge
Yet I'm scared to see you run, if you jump and I don't jump who gets buried for the stunt?
I'm thinking parenting is tough
To be sharing what you're swearing is enough
It's repairing what you scuff, it's comparing both of us
To a very open rough patch, carried in the mud
To hate who you are for declaring who you love
[Hook: Lucy Camp]
Virago so stigmata
Stick, so little, lot of
Flick is all I do
I leave it's me
I'm all I got
I'm all I see
I'm all I spot
I'm all I need
I'm all I'm not
I fall, I bleed
I fall, I'm caught up
In this thing I'm all I gotta
[Verse 2: Lucy Camp]
And what you think about that cradling position?
With your ladle in the dishes
Little wages in addition, duck a table when he's f**in little ladies in your kitchen
But I never scream once, so stable my condition
'Bout uh seventeen months since the hateful proposition
Look into these hazel eyes enable broader visions
Lick you to your naval, eyes fatal in collision
Wanna rid yourself of fable guys, labels, and decisions
I know what you just say you like, say I'm wrong, say you're right
You and I like day and night but I don't feel I play the light
In fact I think my shade is bright
Not many would've gave their life
You need one I had tons simple so I gave you mine
Out of nowhere crazy like, tellin me I pay no time
But when I have the money you be yellin at me "wait in line"
Flash me red or green or something yellow to me say the sign
Cuz I can't stand the mellow moody motions of the same old ride
[Hook: Lucy Camp]
Virago so stigmata
Stick, so little, lot of
Flick is all I do
I leave it's me
I'm all I got
I'm all I see
I'm all I spot
I'm all I need
I'm all I'm not
I fall, I bleed
I fall, I'm caught up
In this thing I'm all I gotta
[Verse 3: Lucy Camp]
Better shut up, boy I'm on the come up
I don't know what you've been thinking, poison got your dumb up
You be begging to me, crying to me
Boy you are a s** up
Ima give you every chance, don't you disappoint a f** up
Now you missed the point no luck in what you do
It's so easy when you s** him and its new
I don't, I don't, do it so you say you will not too
But I think I know you better than uh you