changes (pt. 2) - AUDREY NUNA

Ayy

Ball seven times a day

Cop a selfie with the orphan in the mirror display

And if you’re home (Made changes)

Could you say sorry to my dad for me

I was such a sad kid

Bring the guillotine, let’s rewind it like a bad dream

Such a crime, kill time, blood wine, I’m fine

I say, yeah

I’ma lightweight (Made changes)

'Cause I’m Third Eye Blind

Feel like Abraham, feel like Comic Sans

Overused for that pic for the 'gram

Feel like Abraham, ayy, ayy

Yeah, I been working, and hurting, the bourbon

get through the day

Allergic to lies, I’m always in hives

But no I don’t need your epipen, I got my own (Made changes)

Stepped over in my kitchen

The roaches ate my chicken

I flame those little wings

Call it Kentucky Fried

Made changes