Sophie Hunter – Oldladymanchild Lyrics & Video

Oldladymanchild – Sophie Hunter Lyrics

Was it weird seeing your name

On a death certificate?

Yeah, yeah, yes

More weird having

Multiple copies of it

I feel like Fran Lebowitz

I fucking hate this shit

I feel like cockteasing dicks

After an eighth of gin

I sucked it slower

Than your towhead sister

Post freebasing

I debase myself for male attention

Like I’m in Freemasonry

I’m the lodestone baby

Take a load off

Coldstone creamery

Boy do not take your coat off

Coke bottle body

Bitch you know

I’m boutta show off

I got closed sinuses

From all the blow

I should’ve blown off, still

Back to ‘em all

I’m back to it all

Man I always got this feeling

Like my back’s at the wall

Manifesting future healing

For the rest of you broads

But I need to specify that

I have specialer odds

Spectacular pain

Yeah i think it really meant something

Wear the band out with my trauma

Like a wedding ring

Wear a band out in my honor

Get my credit dinged

Yeah I’m betting on myself

So let the game begin

Old lady manchild

Got all of my crimes

In my permanent file

I tried to be perfect

Then I needed to be vile

Say I’m calling quits

Then i stay for awhile

For a while, while

For a while

Say I’m calling quits

Then I stay for a while

For a while

Say I’m calling quits

Then I stay for a while

Prime time ice princess

Looking like I’m reeking of incense

Looking like a freak in his ring cam

Stepping on a bitch like a swing dance

These whores have no heart, tin man

Tin can can i kick it

Like the down the road

I got a few things to address

But first can anyone else go

I got a few industry vets

Who have no idea if I’ll blow

Few industry vets

I have no idea if I’ll blow

I’m a loner

Like I do not even know me

Hundreds of thousand of

Bitches all around the world

Named Sophie

I’m the one onstage

With the trophy

I’m the one who’s

Hating from the nosebleeds

I might get my gun

Ann Oaklie

Bitch I’m on a run

Bon Jovi

This is charity

I donate proceeds

And for clarity

I’m getting cozy

With the notion

That I lost the old me

Now it’s hi to a

Whole new dope fiend

Old lady manchild

Got all of my crimes

In my permanent file

I tried to be perfect

Then I needed to be vile

Say I’m calling quits

Then i stay for awhile

For a while, while

For a while

Say I’m calling quits

Then I stay for a while

For a while

Say I’m calling quits

Then I stay for a while

Every day is a humiliation ritual

I’m puffing on a preroll

And I pose it for the visual

And I get physical

You’d think I was Olivia

You’d think I’m living different

Given all the shit I’ve been in

Given every gift

I’ve writ to existence

Keep the meter running

Got conflicted feelings

About going the distance

I got 40 inches

Need to pinch it

Out of my business

I am the memento mori

With the lord as my witness

I’m on Maury I’m the mother

And the father how twisted

It’s survival of the fittest and I’m

Lori Harvey to all these bitches

Four pills in my palm

I got foreign commitments

And formal training

In an industry

That’s dead in the ditches

Still people listen

From all up and down

The Mason Dixon

And if I crossed a line

I was just working

On my fiction

And if I’m crossed

At every function

What’s it to you kitten?

I think I lost my mind

I think this is my peak condition