You spit me out like I’m bubble gum, while I sit and bite my tongue
Bite my tongue
You’re really good at going in one ear and out the other one, other one
You’re fighting dirty going ‘round, ‘round, ‘round
Same old conversations put me down, down, down
But you and me
Run on “Empty”
Lips and power trips, control and tight grips
But I don’t wanna hear about it
Pretty small for big talk, obsessed with love lost
But I don’t wanna hear about it
Crashed out ‘cause you drove too fast
I took the high road and didn’t look back
So move on, ‘cause, baby, I’m gone
And I don’t wanna hear about it
It’s said and done, ties are cut, but you still let it linger on
Don’t want my face on your wall, so replace me with another one, another one
That fall from heaven is a long way down
Your kind of pessimism is a sad, sad sound
But you and me
On “Empty”
Lips and power trips, control and tight grips
But I don’t wanna hear about it
Pretty small for big talk, obsessed with love lost
But I don’t wanna hear about it
Crashed out ‘cause you drove too fast
I took the high road and didn’t look back
So move on, ‘cause, baby, I’m gone
And I don’t wanna hear about it
I, I
I know that you miss me, don’t you?
I, I
Making love in someone else’s bedroom
I, I
I know that you miss me, don’t you?
I, I
Making love in someone else’s bedroom
You and me
Are empty
Lips and power trips, control and tight grips
But I don’t wanna hear about it
Pretty small for big talk, obsessed with love lost
But I don’t wanna hear about it
Crashed out ‘cause you drove too fast
I took the high road and didn’t look back
So move on, ‘cause, baby, I’m gone
And I don’t wanna hear about it
Move on, I’m gone
I don’t wanna hear about it
Other lyrics by Towa Bird:
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Can I read between your lines? Feel your echo on my palm You’re the one I want if I ever need someone Body like the hills of Medellin Bend you over while I make you …
Afterglow
Eyes closed Your body’s so deep In your linen sheets Can’t barely breathe We’re so close A sweeter kind of sin Will you let me in? I’m holding on …
All Gone
(feat. Kathleen Hanna) More, more, more More More More Baby got, got me ticking like a stop clock Baby got, got me dripping like a washcloth Baby got, got the high socks …
Daisy
There you go Have it your way I’ll compromise for a disco ball I suppose Whatever you say I guess I should trust you after all Don’t you look at me like that …
Dirty Habit
Twenty-four living in your family home Call in the help so that you’re never alone It’s so hard in your Beverly Hills Guess you’ll never really know …