If you think I'm stupid now
You should see me when I'm high
And I'm smarter than I look
I'm the dumbest girl alive
I took ten Advils today
I've got bruises on my thighs
Plus I gave away my brain
I'm the dumbest girl alive
I've got lightning in my veins
Walk around like Frankenstein
I did science on my face
I'm the dumbest girl alive
Never ask me what I think
Don't know why you even try
'Cause I'll always get it wrong
I'm the dumbest girl alive
Money coming from my mouth
Money coming from my eyes
And I keep on losing count
I'm the dumbest girl alive
And I'm picking up the pace
I'm so happy, I could die
Put emojis on my grave
I'm the dumbest girl alive
And I feel so dangerous
But you say I'm doing fine now
Guess that's how it goes
I'm the dumbest girl alive
Texts, texts, texts, texts
Like you're tryna start a fight
Yeah, I'll f*cking text you back
I'm the dumbest girl alive
Why you wanna pout?
Is there something in your eye?
Can you show me how?
Can you show me how to
Cry?
100 Gecs - 10,000 gecs Album Lyrics
100 Gecs - 10,000 gecs Lyrics
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
757
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon
I got problems with my spendin', all these horses in my engine
Doin' eighty in a thirty, but I'm never in a hurry
Screamin', "La-di-da-di-da-di, all I wanna do is party"
Drinkin' bottles of Moscato, takin' pictures with the models
Stayin' up until the morning, wish that I was more discerning
Goin' wild like coyote, where's the water? Something's burnin', yeah
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Today, I'm feelin' pitiful, I'm dumb and hypocritical
I'm taking things too literal when it was hypothetical
I got the things I wanted, now I'm whining over nothing
I've got boulders on my shoulders and my head's a rollercoaster
I wanna stop all the noise, get a little older
Be a little sweeter, taking things slower
Except for not tonight because we're going down to Malibu
We're burning down the interstate
We're rolling down the windows, yelling
"Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven"
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Now we're headed down the road on the interstate
I look out the window and I feel okay
I can feel the air when it hits my face (my face)
I just love the feeling, I just love the feeling
I can feel the changes and it's something I'm embracing
Taking time out just to waste it instead of always f*cking pacing
I'm oiling the hinges, but I'm learning all my limits
I don't get bent out of shape 'cause it's all okay
Heading down the road on the interstate
I look out the window and I feel okay
I can feel the air when it's in my face (my face)
I just love the feeling, I just love the feeling
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon
I got problems with my spendin', all these horses in my engine
Doin' eighty in a thirty, but I'm never in a hurry
Screamin', "La-di-da-di-da-di, all I wanna do is party"
Drinkin' bottles of Moscato, takin' pictures with the models
Stayin' up until the morning, wish that I was more discerning
Goin' wild like coyote, where's the water? Something's burnin', yeah
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Today, I'm feelin' pitiful, I'm dumb and hypocritical
I'm taking things too literal when it was hypothetical
I got the things I wanted, now I'm whining over nothing
I've got boulders on my shoulders and my head's a rollercoaster
I wanna stop all the noise, get a little older
Be a little sweeter, taking things slower
Except for not tonight because we're going down to Malibu
We're burning down the interstate
We're rolling down the windows, yelling
"Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven"
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Now we're headed down the road on the interstate
I look out the window and I feel okay
I can feel the air when it hits my face (my face)
I just love the feeling, I just love the feeling
I can feel the changes and it's something I'm embracing
Taking time out just to waste it instead of always f*cking pacing
I'm oiling the hinges, but I'm learning all my limits
I don't get bent out of shape 'cause it's all okay
Heading down the road on the interstate
I look out the window and I feel okay
I can feel the air when it's in my face (my face)
I just love the feeling, I just love the feeling
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hollywood Baby
What you crying about, baby?
Are you getting lazy?
Clear blue sky but it rains all the late fees
Did you get the payment? We had an arrangement
We don't wanna watch the news, we just read statements
Yeah, do you wanna party? Malibu Barbie
Are you gonna pack that shit up when it all comes tumbling down?
Do you wanna party? Malibu Barbie
Are you gonna pack that shit up when it all comes tumbling down?
So go and pitch your fit, no one gives a shit
Better off if you just get over it
I'm going crazy
Little tiny Hollywood baby
Brand new Mercedes
I've been at the crib going crazy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Are you looking down a mountain?
What you crying 'bout, crying 'bout, crying 'bout now?
Do you buckle under pressure?
Go tumbling, tumbling, tumbling down
So go pitch your fit, no one gives a shit
Better off if you just get over it
I'm going crazy
Little tiny Hollywood baby
Brand new Mercedes
I've been at the crib going crazy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
I'm going crazy
Little tiny Hollywood baby
Brand new Mercedes
I've been at the crib going crazy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh (woo)
Are you getting lazy?
Clear blue sky but it rains all the late fees
Did you get the payment? We had an arrangement
We don't wanna watch the news, we just read statements
Yeah, do you wanna party? Malibu Barbie
Are you gonna pack that shit up when it all comes tumbling down?
Do you wanna party? Malibu Barbie
Are you gonna pack that shit up when it all comes tumbling down?
So go and pitch your fit, no one gives a shit
Better off if you just get over it
I'm going crazy
Little tiny Hollywood baby
Brand new Mercedes
I've been at the crib going crazy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Are you looking down a mountain?
What you crying 'bout, crying 'bout, crying 'bout now?
Do you buckle under pressure?
Go tumbling, tumbling, tumbling down
So go pitch your fit, no one gives a shit
Better off if you just get over it
I'm going crazy
Little tiny Hollywood baby
Brand new Mercedes
I've been at the crib going crazy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
I'm going crazy
Little tiny Hollywood baby
Brand new Mercedes
I've been at the crib going crazy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh (woo)
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Frog on the Floor
Frog on the floor
Where'd he come from?
Nobody knows
Where he'll go
He's been chillin' in the basement for a minute
I just think it's time we moved into the kitchen
Give him some space and let him do his thing
Make him feel safe and listen to him sing
Frog on the floor
Where'd he come from?
Nobody knows
Where he'll go
Frog on the floor
Where'd he come from?
Nobody knows
Where he'll go
Hey, yeah, I heard you met my friend the other weekend
I heard that he was telling croaks at the party
And then he got on his front legs and did a keg stand
Wow, that's so cool, I wish I was there so he could see it
And then the party got real still, and nobody made a sound
'Cause he was chasing flies around
And he was stuffing them in his mouth
Give him some space, he's still working it out
Give him some space, he doesn't know what people think about
Frog on the floor
Where'd he come from?
Nobody knows
Where he'll go
Frog on the floor
Where'd he come from?
Nobody knows
Where he'll go
He gets the party jumping still
When he's jumping all around
He's not worried 'bout the bill
He's just f*cking around
Will you buy my friend a beer
If you see him jumpin' 'round?
'Cause he's got flies in his mouth
And he needs to wash them down
Ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Where'd he come from?
Nobody knows
Where he'll go
He's been chillin' in the basement for a minute
I just think it's time we moved into the kitchen
Give him some space and let him do his thing
Make him feel safe and listen to him sing
Frog on the floor
Where'd he come from?
Nobody knows
Where he'll go
Frog on the floor
Where'd he come from?
Nobody knows
Where he'll go
Hey, yeah, I heard you met my friend the other weekend
I heard that he was telling croaks at the party
And then he got on his front legs and did a keg stand
Wow, that's so cool, I wish I was there so he could see it
And then the party got real still, and nobody made a sound
'Cause he was chasing flies around
And he was stuffing them in his mouth
Give him some space, he's still working it out
Give him some space, he doesn't know what people think about
Frog on the floor
Where'd he come from?
Nobody knows
Where he'll go
Frog on the floor
Where'd he come from?
Nobody knows
Where he'll go
He gets the party jumping still
When he's jumping all around
He's not worried 'bout the bill
He's just f*cking around
Will you buy my friend a beer
If you see him jumpin' 'round?
'Cause he's got flies in his mouth
And he needs to wash them down
Ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Doritos & Fritos
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Billy Knows Jamie
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie go loco, Jamie on the juice
Jamie kinda scary when they lookin' at you
C'mon
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie go loco, Jamie on the juice
Jamie kinda scary when they lookin' at you, like
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie go loco, Jamie on the juice
Jamie kinda scary when they lookin' at you, like
Uh, uh
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie looks pissed (uh)
Jamie smokes rocks until he gets sick (uh)
Jamie sweating bullets, looking in your room
Jamie doesn't sing, he let the speakers go, "Boom" (uh)
Everybody shot ends up in a mop (uh)
Jamie's gonna turn you to a bucket of slop (uh)
Yeah, it's a damn shame to lay waste to a brain (uh)
Throw it in the trash or wash it down the drain (uh)
Jamie's gonna make your ass one with the Earth (uh)
But first, he's gonna make your ass one with the hurt (uh)
Bullets in the air turning people into dirt (uh)
Pissing on your grave because you got blood on his shirt
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie go loco, Jamie on the juice
Jamie kinda scary when they lookin' at you, like
Oh, oh, hey, oh, yeah, no, oh my God, no, Jamie
No, he's a totally chill guy, like, I know what people have said about him
When he gets that look in his eye, you don't know what he'll do (uh, being like a little bit crazy)
When he gets that look in his eye (I-I really just don't think that he's as bad as he seems, like)
You don't know what he'll (he's, he's really just a)
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie looks pissed
Jamie smokes rocks until he gets sick
Jamie's on the train, looking in your room
Jamie doesn't speak 'cause he's got nothing to prove
You stupid motherf*cker
Uh (go)
Hey, badabing-badaboom
Hey, man, can we work this out, man?
Can we just, please work this out, man?
I really, I mean, like, seriously, dude
Like, it's okay, like, totally, you don't have to do this, man
Please, just don't do this
All you hear is, "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom"
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie go loco, Jamie on the juice
Jamie kinda scary when they lookin' at you
C'mon
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie go loco, Jamie on the juice
Jamie kinda scary when they lookin' at you, like
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie go loco, Jamie on the juice
Jamie kinda scary when they lookin' at you, like
Uh, uh
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie looks pissed (uh)
Jamie smokes rocks until he gets sick (uh)
Jamie sweating bullets, looking in your room
Jamie doesn't sing, he let the speakers go, "Boom" (uh)
Everybody shot ends up in a mop (uh)
Jamie's gonna turn you to a bucket of slop (uh)
Yeah, it's a damn shame to lay waste to a brain (uh)
Throw it in the trash or wash it down the drain (uh)
Jamie's gonna make your ass one with the Earth (uh)
But first, he's gonna make your ass one with the hurt (uh)
Bullets in the air turning people into dirt (uh)
Pissing on your grave because you got blood on his shirt
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie go loco, Jamie on the juice
Jamie kinda scary when they lookin' at you, like
Oh, oh, hey, oh, yeah, no, oh my God, no, Jamie
No, he's a totally chill guy, like, I know what people have said about him
When he gets that look in his eye, you don't know what he'll do (uh, being like a little bit crazy)
When he gets that look in his eye (I-I really just don't think that he's as bad as he seems, like)
You don't know what he'll (he's, he's really just a)
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie looks pissed
Jamie smokes rocks until he gets sick
Jamie's on the train, looking in your room
Jamie doesn't speak 'cause he's got nothing to prove
You stupid motherf*cker
Uh (go)
Hey, badabing-badaboom
Hey, man, can we work this out, man?
Can we just, please work this out, man?
I really, I mean, like, seriously, dude
Like, it's okay, like, totally, you don't have to do this, man
Please, just don't do this
All you hear is, "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom"
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
One Million Dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
On the marijuana heavy
One million dollars
F*ck you
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
Million dollars, one million dollars
One million
One-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one
One, one, one, one, one million
Million, million, million-million
One million
One-one-one, one, one
One
One, one-one
One, one, one, one, one million
One million dollars, one million dollars
One, one, one, one, one million
Million dol-one million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
On the marijuana heavy
One million dollars
F*ck you
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
One million dollars
Million dollars, one million dollars
One million
One-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one
One, one, one, one, one million
Million, million, million-million
One million
One-one-one, one, one
One
One, one-one
One, one, one, one, one million
One million dollars, one million dollars
One, one, one, one, one million
Million dol-one million dollars
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Most Wanted Person in the United States
I turned on the news, and it said that I was
The number one most wanted person in the United States
The United States
The most wanted person in the United States
In the United States, the United States
The most wanted person in the United States, woo
Yeah, I'm a real killer
I just killed Bobby, and then I ate his dinner
Then I took his car, and I crashed it in the river
Always been cold, I was born in the winter
Yeah, but hot like the summer
Don't cry to me, I am not your mother
Everybody shuts the f*ck up when I'm passin'
I could see me on the f*ckin' news, and I'm laughin' (hahaha)
'Cause shit's so funny
I just killed your dad, and then I took his money
Queen of California, hot like the heat is
Got Anthony Kiedis suckin' on my penis
Oh, is it hot like that?
Yeah, it's hot like that
Is it hot like that?
Yeah, it's hot like that
Is it hot like that?
Yeah, it's hot like that
Is it hot like that?
Yeah, it's hot like that
I turned on the news, and it said that I was
The number one most wanted person in the United States
The United States
The most wanted person in the United States, woo
I got the gun in the backseat
Ready to go, don't need to ask me
I got the gun in the backseat
Ready to go, don't need to ask me
Yeah, you better watch out, 'cause I'm a real killer
Never fall asleep without my finger on the trigger
I just killed Bobby, and I threw him in the river
Did it all again, then I made myself some dinner
Oh, now I'm most wanted
Ten thousand dollars, threw my body in a coffin
Driving towards the sun, with my pedal on the metal
I can hear 'em comin' up behind me, and they're yellin'
But they'll never catch me
Sleepin' in a barrel at the bottom of the sea
Goddamn
It's a riot when I come up to the top
Got dogs tryna kill me while I'm pissin' in the pot
I'm supposed to want it right?
Okay, I'm ready
I turned on the news, and it said that I was
The number one most wanted person in the United States
The United States
The most wanted person in the United States, woo
I'm supposed to want it right?
Okay, I'm ready
The number one most wanted person in the United States
The United States
The most wanted person in the United States
In the United States, the United States
The most wanted person in the United States, woo
Yeah, I'm a real killer
I just killed Bobby, and then I ate his dinner
Then I took his car, and I crashed it in the river
Always been cold, I was born in the winter
Yeah, but hot like the summer
Don't cry to me, I am not your mother
Everybody shuts the f*ck up when I'm passin'
I could see me on the f*ckin' news, and I'm laughin' (hahaha)
'Cause shit's so funny
I just killed your dad, and then I took his money
Queen of California, hot like the heat is
Got Anthony Kiedis suckin' on my penis
Oh, is it hot like that?
Yeah, it's hot like that
Is it hot like that?
Yeah, it's hot like that
Is it hot like that?
Yeah, it's hot like that
Is it hot like that?
Yeah, it's hot like that
I turned on the news, and it said that I was
The number one most wanted person in the United States
The United States
The most wanted person in the United States, woo
I got the gun in the backseat
Ready to go, don't need to ask me
I got the gun in the backseat
Ready to go, don't need to ask me
Yeah, you better watch out, 'cause I'm a real killer
Never fall asleep without my finger on the trigger
I just killed Bobby, and I threw him in the river
Did it all again, then I made myself some dinner
Oh, now I'm most wanted
Ten thousand dollars, threw my body in a coffin
Driving towards the sun, with my pedal on the metal
I can hear 'em comin' up behind me, and they're yellin'
But they'll never catch me
Sleepin' in a barrel at the bottom of the sea
Goddamn
It's a riot when I come up to the top
Got dogs tryna kill me while I'm pissin' in the pot
I'm supposed to want it right?
Okay, I'm ready
I turned on the news, and it said that I was
The number one most wanted person in the United States
The United States
The most wanted person in the United States, woo
I'm supposed to want it right?
Okay, I'm ready
Writer: Dylan Brady, Jerry Byron Corbitt, Larry E. Muggerud, Laura Les, Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I got my tooth removed
You were tough
Unforgiving
Made me cry all the time
You were mean
Such an asshole
So I had to say goodbye
One, two, three
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
And I don't wanna talk about it
Ever again
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
And I don't wanna talk about it
Ever again
My head's like a ton of bricks
But this dumb bitch still learns new tricks
I f*cked with fire, burned my dick
Playing violin on sinking ships
I woke up and was down horrendous
Think I need to see a dentist
I get down on both my knees
Make deals with God I'll never keep
I might grab the pliers and just rip it out myself
But if its gonna fix itself I guess its just as well
It doesn't hurt me every day so I just let it get away
I'll deal with it another day, I guess that day just never came
I don't know what to do, I need to get rid of this tooth
I don't know what to do, I need to get rid of this tooth
I don't know what to do, I gotta get rid of this tooth
I don't know what to do, I gotta to get rid of this tooth
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
And I don't wanna talk about it
Ever again
My cheek swelled up twice its size
And I started attracting flies
And playing operation with a safety pin and start to cry
Checker boarding pain relief
And looking up home remedies
I'm staring at the ceiling
Counting seconds 'til I get to sleep
I get down on route canals
'Cause that shit didn't work
And the filling's always falling out
And blood gets on my shirt
It doesn't hurt me every day so I just let it get away
I'll deal with it another day, I guess that day just never came
And I know, it's so hard to let you go
I promised you, honest
I tried my hardest
I tried
I brushed every day
I gave it all away
I wanted this to work
I did, I did
Goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye
Pick it up
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
And I don't wanna talk about it
Ever again
Unforgiving
Made me cry all the time
You were mean
Such an asshole
So I had to say goodbye
One, two, three
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
And I don't wanna talk about it
Ever again
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
And I don't wanna talk about it
Ever again
My head's like a ton of bricks
But this dumb bitch still learns new tricks
I f*cked with fire, burned my dick
Playing violin on sinking ships
I woke up and was down horrendous
Think I need to see a dentist
I get down on both my knees
Make deals with God I'll never keep
I might grab the pliers and just rip it out myself
But if its gonna fix itself I guess its just as well
It doesn't hurt me every day so I just let it get away
I'll deal with it another day, I guess that day just never came
I don't know what to do, I need to get rid of this tooth
I don't know what to do, I need to get rid of this tooth
I don't know what to do, I gotta get rid of this tooth
I don't know what to do, I gotta to get rid of this tooth
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
And I don't wanna talk about it
Ever again
My cheek swelled up twice its size
And I started attracting flies
And playing operation with a safety pin and start to cry
Checker boarding pain relief
And looking up home remedies
I'm staring at the ceiling
Counting seconds 'til I get to sleep
I get down on route canals
'Cause that shit didn't work
And the filling's always falling out
And blood gets on my shirt
It doesn't hurt me every day so I just let it get away
I'll deal with it another day, I guess that day just never came
And I know, it's so hard to let you go
I promised you, honest
I tried my hardest
I tried
I brushed every day
I gave it all away
I wanted this to work
I did, I did
Goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye
Pick it up
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
I got my tooth removed
And I don't wanna talk about it
Ever again
Writer: Laura Les, Dylan Brady
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
MeMeMe
Gec
Back once again
And you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
No, you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
Anything about me
You'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
No, you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me-me-me
When we were together, I tried to tell you
I used to tap dance and I was in choir
And I broke my arm when my dad crashed a go-kart
He didn't mean to, my mom didn't buy it
I tried on your lipstick, I thought I looked pretty
But you didn't care, no, 'cause you're always busy
And you're always busy, so you never hear me
So you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
No, you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me-me-me
Do I sound like a joke when I'm talking to you?
I take it back quick and I nod like "true"
You say so many things, and I don't know what I mean
Short messages to you, short messages to me
Now if I think of a joke when I say goodbye
I put my palms on my face and pretend to cry
But I'll laugh too f*cking hard, you probably think I'm so mean
But I don't even know you, and now you'll never really know
And you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
No, you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me-me-me
I guess it's such an easy game, ga-ga-game, ga-ga-game
If I put you right to sleep, sle-sle-sleep, sle-sle-sleep
Rationality could change, cha-cha-change, cha-cha-change
All in the car I was asleep, sle-sle-sleep, sle-sle-sleep
Could you explain it all away? (Way-way-way, way-way-way)
Like it was all so clean? (Cle-cle-clean, cle-cle-clean)
So content about the weight off my back, I forget
And I guess I never knew, but I don't think I'll pretend it's cool
And I guess I'll never know
Know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
No, you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me-me-me
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me (woo)
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
And you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me-me-me
Back once again
And you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
No, you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
Anything about me
You'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
No, you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me-me-me
When we were together, I tried to tell you
I used to tap dance and I was in choir
And I broke my arm when my dad crashed a go-kart
He didn't mean to, my mom didn't buy it
I tried on your lipstick, I thought I looked pretty
But you didn't care, no, 'cause you're always busy
And you're always busy, so you never hear me
So you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
No, you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me-me-me
Do I sound like a joke when I'm talking to you?
I take it back quick and I nod like "true"
You say so many things, and I don't know what I mean
Short messages to you, short messages to me
Now if I think of a joke when I say goodbye
I put my palms on my face and pretend to cry
But I'll laugh too f*cking hard, you probably think I'm so mean
But I don't even know you, and now you'll never really know
And you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
No, you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me-me-me
I guess it's such an easy game, ga-ga-game, ga-ga-game
If I put you right to sleep, sle-sle-sleep, sle-sle-sleep
Rationality could change, cha-cha-change, cha-cha-change
All in the car I was asleep, sle-sle-sleep, sle-sle-sleep
Could you explain it all away? (Way-way-way, way-way-way)
Like it was all so clean? (Cle-cle-clean, cle-cle-clean)
So content about the weight off my back, I forget
And I guess I never knew, but I don't think I'll pretend it's cool
And I guess I'll never know
Know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
No, you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me-me-me
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me (woo)
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me
And you'll never really know, know-know-know, know-know-know
Anything about me, me-me-me, me-me-me-me-me
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
10,000 gecs is the second studio album (and major-label debut) by American hyperpop duo 100 gecs. It was released on March 17, 2023, through Dog Show and Atlantic Records following numerous delays and a 2021 promotional tour.
The album is a follow-up to their debut album 1000 gecs (2019) and the remix album 1000 gecs and the Tree of Clues (2020). It was supported by the pre-release of three singles: "MeMeMe", "Doritos & Fritos", and "Hollywood Baby".
Performed By:
100 GecsThe album is a follow-up to their debut album 1000 gecs (2019) and the remix album 1000 gecs and the Tree of Clues (2020). It was supported by the pre-release of three singles: "MeMeMe", "Doritos & Fritos", and "Hollywood Baby".
Genre(s): Hyperpop, pop punk, electronic rock, ska, nu metal
Producer(s): Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Length: 26:53
Released: March 17th, 2023
Year: 2023