grass

Glimmer

i swear these grass talkies are annoying 💀

For real they just never end talkie needs to make a rule for this

Verse 1]
Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you
Baby flatline, still time to do it too (Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time, chow down to earth
But in your head she's a hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom, boundary boredom
[Chorus]
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay

[Break 1]

(Hotline!)

Hung up and put on hold! (-old)

(Hotline!)

My line is getting cold! (o-o-old)

(Hotline!)

Hung up and put on hold! (o-o-old)

(Hotline!)

(No, uh, I'll try again though...)


[Verse 2]

Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out

No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!)

Baby sat by and felt the wind

At least I called her a hoarder of quarters

And no boundary boredom-dom, boundary boredom

[Chorus]

I contend that your drinking eye has never opened

I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping

Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping

Someday I will go back outside and see her okay


[Break 2]

(For a while)

(While, oh) (Hahahahaha...)

(For a while)

(While, oh)

(Hotline!)

Hung up and put on hold! (-old)

(Hotline!)

My line is getting cold! (o-o-old)

(Hotline!)

Hung up and put on hold! (o-o-old)

(Hotline!)

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