Bitter

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[Verse 1]
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Shadowboxing, found the options in the grocery store, now
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It’s making money, lucid undies stained your kitchen walls
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You mean to tell me that I’m singing just to be ignored?
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I tried to pin it but I could not get it
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I told the paperboy, “I like to live outside the lines”
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It takes the medicine to make me feel myself sometimes
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She’s got a belt around my neck, no time to feel alive
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I know she’s right, she’s got a job, she, she owns your own supplies

[Chorus]
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I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
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She says, “I ain’t the hardest thing in the bed”
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And now we all say things that circulate in our heads
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But don’t mind the bitters if the roses stay red

[Verse 2]
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I ride the daily, people save me with those evening glares
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I’m feeling anxious for the spacious little box we shared
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I can’t imagine what the talk would be to have you here
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But if you were the lady next to me, she’d be a millionaire
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Oh, how divine, there's now a crime of New York chemistry
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Now says the one who’s running from the lack of empathy
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It doesn’t matter where you’re standing if you stand next to me
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I'd cut my hair, my skin, my teeth because to have you on your knees, girl


[Chorus]
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I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
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She says, “I ain’t the hardest thing in the bed”
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And now we all say things that circulate in our heads
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But don’t mind the bitters if the roses stay red


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I guess for now we just suppose
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You keep it real and let it go
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Cause, for now, nobody knows
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It’s not just anybody
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Dressing up in all her clothes
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You hit the lights and take it slow
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Make it up while on the road
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It’s not just anybody

[Otro]
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