Lucy Camp - Virago lyrics

[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