Constitution State (Lyrics & Video)
Goon Squad
Promise Ring
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Darkroom (Lyrics & Video)Bitches – Sophie Hunter Lyrics
Bitches on crack like they’re
Stepping on the sidewalk
Bitches take L’s Myrtle-Wyckoff
Bitches real taxed no write-off
Bitches used to mean something, iPod
Bitches used to be something, I want
A grand return to some shit
I never even knew
Baby how come
Everything is so mid Malcolm
Bitches bite dust like talcum
Bitches play lists like albums
Boutta make that billboard platinum
Buildings are all backrooms
Dubai is all bathroom
Bitches are sick, achoo
Bitches don’t get rеal cheese
Cashew
Bitches flash for chеap
Tattoo
Bitches are great like value
Bitches are strangers, Camus
Interior bitch
We see bitches getting ran through
Looking at a train like me and who
Little and big deaths
Man there’s nothing bitches can’t do
Hi, It’s me
I’m bitches
I’m every bitch
I can feel it in me
Sun, moon, rising
Bitches
Climb every bitch
Til I find my dream
Bitches full of doodoo caca
Drop the posture
Drop the addy
Drop the acid
Drop the costume
Got the casa
In his office
If I’d follow
Does he know
He’s staying headless
Bitches sleepy hollow
Bitches sleepy holler
Bitches need to nap for longer
Bitches need a dollar
Bitches need the dollar stronger
Bitches sit and ponder
Kidding, bitches duck and cover
Bitches scroll past world wonders
World terrors, bitches see wars
Bitches watch live from the barracks
Bitches clock back into corporate
Bitches care less
Bitches careful
Bitches get the boot
Like parking terrible
It gets sticky in a bitch like
Some toffee caramel
It gets tricky bitches proceed
At their own peril
It gets icky bitches proceeds
At their own peril
Bitches don’t know how to act
Bitches no Meryl
Bitches do not like each other
Bitches no Carol
Hi, It’s me
I’m bitches
I’m every bitch
I can feel it in me
Sun, moon, rising
Bitches
Climb every bitch
Til I find my dream
Bitches need the third person
Bitches beefing like its curtains
Beating up a bitch Jane Birkin
Bitches little scary Tim Burton
Bitches are carrying, nurses
Bitches to the front
And all of their little purses
Motherfucker
I’m bitch rich
I’m bitchful
It’s the revenge of the bitches
Grab a fistful
Bitches fuck off
Then fuck on
Like physical or fiscal
So happy to see me
I can see it from his pistol
Wanna make me sing
Like he’s tryna break the crystal
Bitches got aplenty
Like its gadgets and its gizmos
Bitches are too many and
Too few bitches riddle
Bitches are the rising tide and
Boat we work the middle
Tiny fiddle on ‘em
Cooking like a griddle on me, longing
To work my way out of the wrong thing
Pawning my personas
Like they’re offspring
Bitch I don’t know who I am
These bitches are my offerings
Hi, It’s me
I’m bitches
Climb every bitch
Til I find my dream
