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letra de minute maid - sophie hunter & hunna g

[verse 1]
i make a grown man blush
i make a little kid cry
i make a fist
i make a face
i make a
i make your daddy finish
i make your mommy fetish
i make a phase into a wave
i make out with a stranger
to spite my ex
make out with my ex
he’s a stranger
in spite it all
i make up my whole face
to make amends
to an old friend
make a fool of myself
like i’m talking to a wall again

[chorus]
and i’m talking to the wall again
i’m f-cked up
cannot take me anywhere
i drag it like my dump truck
i drag it like a chest piece
push it like my pen
write it like these recipes
won’t rest in peace again
hold up pause-
[verse 2]
back again
they can’t jack my spot
it’s finders keepers
b-tch i’m backing in
how do i have sons
i don’t have kids
feel like ms. hannigan
but look like orphan annie
if she had just
remained abandoned
mouth dirty
but i smell good
you’re liking his stories
i am beating him with bell hooks
beating out the bell curve
beat around the bush so bad
i feel like i should zelle her
let the cash compel her

[chorus]
and i’m talking to the wall again
i’m f-cked up
cannot take me anywhere
i drag it like my dump truck
i drag it like a chest piece
push it like my pen
write it like these recipes
won’t rest in peace again
and the juice might be
made in a minute
but it’s grown in ten
years i had to fall off
just to rise again
learning to be fine with
how it all depends and
it all depends on
[verse 3]
so much
in a red wheelbarrow
i’m whipping donuts
all white lingerie
you’re having trouble
keeping focus
all work and no play
i’ve gotta keep that ass
in motion
powerfully faded
i do not remember ghosting

[bridge]
and i don’t know where i’m going
but that sh-t goes
(i know that it goes, i know that it goes)
and i don’t know where i’m going
but i know that it goes where i go
i know that it goes where i go

[chorus]
and i’m talking to the wall again
i’m f-cked up
cannot take me anywhere
i drag it like my dump truck
i drag it like a chest piece
push it like my pen
write it like these recipes
won’t rest in peace again
and the juice might be
made in a minute
but it’s grown in ten
years i had to fall off
just to rise again
learning to be fine with
how it all depends and
it all depends on

- sophie hunter hunna g

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