Adéla - Starving Artist Lyrics

Adéla Starving Artist cover art

Starving Artist Lyrics by Adéla

Sure you’ve heard by now
That I am, I am no longer locked down
I’m circling back, I’m back on your block now
So if I, if I come would, you come out?

Oh, only below the waist
Get deep
Missing the taste
Of me
Nothing has changed
I see
Oh, oh, only below the waist
Got me
Up at your place
No sleep
Nothing has changed
I see
Oh, oh, oh

Hey, do you still got the same apartment?
No bedframe, we can do it on the carpet
Nothin’ in the bank, but you’re making deposits
Eat real good for a starving artist

Hey, do you still got the same apartment?
Gray sweatpants only thing in your closet
Nothin’ in the bank, but you’re making deposits
Eat real good for a starving artist

I can treat you for a night, ha
Babe, it’s free, just take a bite, ha-ha
Finger food is what I like, ha
You’re so well off, oh

Only below the waist
Get deep
Missing the taste
Of me
Nothing has changed
I see
Oh-oh, only below the waist
Got me
Up at your place
No sleep
Nothing has changed
I see
Oh, oh, oh

Hey, do you still got the same apartment?
No bedframe, we can do it on the carpet
Nothin’ in the bank, but you’re making deposits
Eat real good for a starving artist

Hey, do you still got the same apartment?
Gray sweatpants only thing in your closet
Nothin’ in the bank, but you’re making deposits
Eat real good for a starving artist

So good

Hey, do you still got the same apartment?
No bedframe, we can do it on the carpet
Nothin’ in the bank, but you’re making deposits
Eat real good for a starving artist

Hey, do you still got the same apartment?
Gray sweatpants only thing in your closet
Nothin’ in the bank, but you’re making deposits
Eat real good for a starving artist

Hey, do you—, hey, do you—, hey, do you—, hey, do you—
Hey, do you still got the same apartment?
No bedframe, we can do it on the carpet
Nothin’ in the bank, but you’re making deposits
Eat real good for a starving artist

Hey, do you still got the same apartment?
Gray sweatpants only thing in your closet
Nothin’ in the bank, but you’re making deposits
Eat real good for a starving artist