Miss Almond - Haych

«Hello, hello?»

«Hi»

*Inaudiable*

Fuck, fuck, fuck the

Fuck, fuck, fuck the

You don’t know me

And I don’t know myself

I don’t wanna get up

Lay here instead

Making the most of shit (Making the most of shit)

'Till we’re all over it ('Till we’re all over it)

You don’t know how it sticks to you

When it’s all done

And you’re fucked up

All the fun stuff

Big, bad wolf, when I skrrt in the Benz truck

Seventeen quid on the 'count, man, that’s tough

I don’t wanna think, I wanna buy, but I can’t fuck

Boy, you’re so pretty, shit, fuck.

i’m in love