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Tai Verdes
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John Smythe
John Smythe
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Tyler Colon
Tyler Colon
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Matthew Bartolo Moleta
Matthew Bartolo Moleta
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John Smythe
John Smythe
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Tai Verdes
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Dale Becker
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-(censored)- Seen it Big lips Seen it But can you tell me that you can love me and you mean it Blue eyes Seen it White lies Heard it But can you keep going when people think I ain't worth it Daddy issues Ain't got nothing on me baby Tell me all your stories No man in the house like Cory His hands always glued to a forty You ain't no ordinary shorty And your nickname is "Princess" You ain't got no crown Your tower is gone now All you got left is that confidence They say that it's heaven sent But it's reality mailing that shit You fight every mothafuckin single day And you win uh, uh, uh Now love me wit that confidence Now love me wit that confidence That you see in the mirror on a good day When your hair's falling down on your face In all the right ways When you think your skin is glowin in the sun rays But it always is When you see your body curve in the right shape When you're cooking your favorite meal and it turns out great When you take a water break from the self-hate Love me wit that confidence Love me, wit that Love me, wit that Love me, wit that Love me, wit that confidence baby You just gotta let it in Now love me wit that confidence Love me, wit that Love me, wit that Love me, wit that Love me, wit that confidence baby You just gotta let it in, uh There's no such thing as sink or swim Depression Felt it Confessions Heard it I drop connections like I'm Sprint looking for service Hearts I broke 'em Weed I smoked it First verse was high and mighty but never said I was perfect I'm actually pretty fucking broken She used duct tape to treat open wounds Cover bruises with frozen foods I'm a narcissistic 90's infant with a grown body My advice a little shotty Self-confidence ain't my hobby either You can be my teacher Now love me wit that confidence That you see in the mirror on a good day When your hair's falling down on your face In all the right ways When you think your skin is glowin in the sun rays But it always is When you see your body curve in the right shape When you're cooking your favorite meal and it turns out great When you take a water break from the self-hate Love me wit that confidence Love me, wit that Love me, wit that Love me, wit that Love me, wit that confidence baby You just gotta let it in Now love me wit that confidence Love me, wit that Love me, wit that Love me, wit that Love me, wit that confidence baby You just gotta let it in, uh There's no such thing as sink or swim Maybe we can fix each other Before we self-destruct I am giving you my all now baby Don't tell me it's just not enough Don't tell me it's not enough
Writer(s): John Smythe, Tyler Colon, Matthew Moleta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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