JULIE by Dymo & WonderBoyScotty published on 2022-08-08T05:15:21Z 1. Heartbreak/Denial Lyrics: At the crib Wit the Bros Sip that shit and hit that stoge Won’t let go of my old habits I can’t live unless I’m stoned Baby listen could u hold me down And be my mrs. Cause I Think my ship is going south It needs some stitches And ya lips fix boo boos (The cheeks are tinted rose) I’mma misfit, who knew You wouldn’t leave me lone We’re right where we’re supposed to be God I need u close me Addicted to your curves I swear I burn up when ur holding me But (Pre-Chorus) Hurt feelings Char like burnt fields It’s hard To stay near your heart When mines peeled and scarred I’m seeing stars and limping I miss common sense Don’t you start that itching Or Cupid’s dart‘ll miss Now I’m kneeling Jeez, my chest screaming please Some rest for the wicked is really all I need So I accept that sin’s the best remedy Your breaths in the wind, it won’t let me be (Chorus) Julie Please don’t ask where I been Said I was hanging wit my sister But I’m shit at pretend I wanna say how much I missed you But I’m spinning again From chasing a false nirvana now we split like my shins Look at this mess that I’m in U treat my kiss like it’s some poison girl I know it gets annoying when im stinkin of gin I try my best to pretend I could move with some change And get the cycle to end But I can’t say my own name I’m trippin I guess that’s how it goes For us suckers Desire turned to lust, only dutches we’re my covers In ur eyes you’ve had enough You get those from your mother Girl I know That im untouchable But often I just wonder If my mind had never sailed If I my feet had never fluttered If we hadn’t planned to fail Could we made it work as lovers But my hippos stuck in jail And u don’t deserve to suffer I ain’t worthy of yo bail money Please don’t send me mail honey Cautionary tale That’s my contact in her phone This “pocket dials” staged But I’m bothered and alone Talkin proper on the phone I know u know I miss it God I only need a loan Swear on you that I’ll quit slippin Come on throw the kid a bone now I’m feeling cold Emotional anemia, this shit is getting old U don’t ever wanna see me now I’m reaping what I sow So I’ll wallow on this on this boat Keep on feeding all my ghosts Think I need new seeds Genre Indie