作词 : 18sgr
作曲 : 18sgr
编曲 : 18sgr
I want to buy her an accordion, but It is not my fault
If I were Chopin, I will play her an nocturne
She’ s like Elizabeth, squeeze me out bit by bit
I like this painful feeling, unable to break free, mercilessly devouring me day by day
This is all my willingness, yeah I’ m sucker
I just love her very much,what's wrong with me?
If I could take the lead,wouldn't be so bad either
But I’ m too persistent, have to say harsh words to satisfy myself and make the other person listen
Alright,there's nothing left now
I keep regretting now
I keep trembling now
Felt hurt somebody how
It's very hot right now
B** th, I really beg you to let me go,don't torture anymore myself
I only remember calling you on a drunken night complain
That was the first time I felt guilty and sin
You're smiling and telling me,“ You drinking too much, what do you want to saying?”
I just really want to chat with you, Otherwise, outside will scare me the thunder and lightning
Never mind,it's over now,don't bring it up again
Now I just want to work hard, become the kind of person you described, be rich and pull up
My little dog has been accompanying me all along now
Idon't have to give him food,he'll wag his tail
But sometimesit's mischievous, often put the s around
I like the fact and like the way, hate those who lie to say, everything created in front of me isfakem3
I'm not stupid.Don't take me for a fool
Open your eyes and take a looklook
See how I will succeed in the future Make you feel cold
I homie told me, don’ t be simp, be the best version of yourself
There's no need butter her up, maybe you should fk her up
Alright,we're the coolest, bad b** th stay away, I don’ t know you guymen
We don’ t ever go to sporting house, too many b** ches, makes me feel too dirty
We like masturbate no b** th, give me some w** d, the heaven of feeling
Check it check it,It's going to be exciting, forget about her is I win
Let me see, there are still sixteen seconds left, how to continue writing this story
Let me add another flame, not adding fuel to the fire
I want to buy her an accordion, but It is not my fault
If I were Chopin, I will play her an nocturne
She’ s like Elizabeth, squeeze me out bit by bit
I like this painful feeling, unable to break free, mercilessly devouring me day by day