f your sympathy

Baby, fuck your sympathy. It's so overdue.
You were killing me. Should get over you.
If I was your ecstasy. Now I'm an ex for you.
Are you into me? 'Cause I'll get over you.
Baby, fuck your sympathy. It's so overdue.
You were killing me. Should get over you.
If I was your ecstasy. Now I'm an ex for you.
Are you into me? 'Cause I'll get over you.
Over you. Look, double M, I'm the galdem glucose.
I know they all want me, but baby girl, I want you, though.
My brownie look like a churro.
Drop dead gorgeous, don't need a funeral.
I'm tired of the UK, let's go somewhere we can spend euros.
With my white ting counting numerals.
Swedish one speaks Español, and she told me to make her my uno.
Pretty little thing, she be living her best life.
Told me she likes me, the feeling's mutual.
Plain white tee, but it's Gucci.
Couldn't let you walk past, miss "Excuse me." Gave her my number, told her to call me. "Oi, where you from
though? You look like a Koolie." My main one a natural beauty, and I think that I'm falling too deep.