meany Lyrics by Jake Hill
Begone, thot!
I hope you choke on a dick, I hope you never be shit
And every time you fall in love they tell you “No. We’re just friends.”
I hope you trip on a curb
And then you fall in the dirt
And every time you think of me I make you sad and it hurts
I hope your clothes never dry
I hope your plants always die
And every time you do your make-up it goes into your eyes
I hope you step on a tack
And you get lost with no map
And you come lookin’ for me, but you never know where I’m at
Wow! I can barely put my phone down
I’m just waiting for a call or somethin’ calm down
I guess the roles are reversed
My jealousies on a verse
You put my heart in a hearse
I’m really goin’ down
I guess I’mma move to the beach, or somewhere sunny with the breeze
Coulda been with me, ’cause you know me. For you I would do anything
You used to be everything
But now I really hate the thought of you
Yeah, I’m just sayin’ how I really feel
Don’t mean to hurt your feelings
I’m just trying to keep it real
I need to work on myself
I took you off of the shelf
I think you’re bad for my health
So now I’m throwing you out
How you go from holdin’ my hand to only holdin’ me down?
I got a lot of shit I’m mad about. (Mad about, mad about)
Bitchin’ ’cause I ruined your plan
Don’t really care where we stand
‘Cause lately I see how you get around (Get around, get around)
Yeah, and if you think I’m sad
Keep on dreamin’. You could be the worst I’ve ever had
I regret it. L.O.V.E.R.P. I wish I never said it
Singin’ bout you, this is so pathetic
Just forget it
Wait! What am I saying? I think about you all the time
Yeah you got me, I gave in. You live rent free in my mind
You’re so pretty I hate it, I’m so petty I’ll state it
This is for you I made it, so let me say this
I hope you choke on a dick, I hope you never be shit
And every time you fall in love they tell you “No. We’re just friends.”
I hope you trip on a curb, and then you fall in the dirt
And every time you think of me I make you sad and it hurts
I hope your clothes never dry
I hope your plants always die
And every time you do your make-up it goes into your eyes
I hope you step on a tack
And you get lost with no map
And you come lookin’ for me, but you never know where I’m at