toxic talk

ya doing it to yaself

killin it

bitch

whine

and nag

hag

to in the bag

are you hearing me

sometimes

run along jr

back to ya fantasy

world

up in the air

broken phone

and how you hate

me and ya mummy

cos you spent sic

nine months

in her tummy

write

i suppose

you complained

about me

to them

and that

man in the parking

lot

well

hell

we won

so no

‘not this time