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Oldladymanchild
Sophie Hunter
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Was it weird seeing your name on a death certificate?
Yeah, yeah, yes
More weird, like, having multiple copies of it
I feel like Fran Lebowitz, I fucking hate this shit
I feel like cockteasing dicks after an eighth of gin
I sucked it slower than your towhead sister post-freebasing
I debase myself for male attention like I'm in Freemasonry
I'm the lodestone baby, take a load off
Coldstone Creamery, boy, do not take your coat off
Coke bottle body, bitch you know I'm boutta show off
I got closed sinuses from all the blow I should've blown off, still
Back to 'em all, I'm back to it all
Man, I always got this feeling, like my back's at the wall
Manifesting future healing for the rest of you broads
But I need to specify that I have specialer odds
Spectacular pain, yeah I think it really meant something
Wear the band out with my trauma like a wedding ring
Wear a band out in my honor, get my credit dinged
Yeah I'm betting on myself, so let the game begin
Old lady manchild
Got all of my crimes in my permanent file
Tried to be perfect, then I needed to be vile
Say I'm calling quits then I stay for a while
For a while, while
For a while
Say I'm calling quits then I stay for a while
For a while
Say I'm calling quits then I stay for a while
Prime time ice princess
Looking like I'm reeking of incense
Looking like a freak in his Ring cam
Stepping on a bitch like a swing dance
These whores have no heart, Tin Man
Tin can, can I kick it like down the road?
I got a few things to address, but first can anyone else go?
I got a few industry vets who have no idea if I'll blow
Few industry vets, I have no idea if I'll blow
I'm a loner like I do not even know me
Hundreds of thousands of bitches all around the world named Sophie
I'm the one on stage with the trophy
I'm the one who's hating from the nosebleeds
I might get my gun, Ann Oakley
Bitch I'm on a run, Bon Jovi
This is charity, I donate proceeds
And for clarity I'm getting cozy
With the notion that I lost the old me
Now it's hi to a whole new dope fiend
Old lady manchild
Got all of my crimes in my permanent file
Tried to be perfect, then I needed to be vile
Say I'm calling quits then I stay for a while
For a while, while
For a while
Say I'm calling quits then I stay for a while
For a while
Say I'm calling quits then I stay for a while
Every day is a humiliation ritual
I'm puffing on a preroll and I pose it for the visual
And I get physical, you'd think I was Olivia
You'd think I'm living different given all the shit I've been in
Given every gift I've writ to existence, keep the meter running
Got conflicted feelings about going the distance
I got 40 inches need to pinch it out of my business
I am the memento mori with the Lord as my witness
I'm on Maury, I'm the mother and the father, how twisted
It's survival of the fittest and I'm Lori Harvey to all these bitches
Four pills in my palm, I got foreign commitments
And formal training in an industry that's dead in the ditches
Still people listen from all up and down the Mason Dixon
And if I crossed a line I was just working on my fiction
And if I'm crossed at every function, what's it to you, kitten?
I think I lost my mind
I think this is my peak condition
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