i was on that dennis rodman shit
rebounding for the thrill of it
couldn’t find the right color for my hair
diet coke at the bodega, and saw you standing there
i said, we broke up, he wasn’t even that mean
what’s that with your eyes like green?
or was it blue, maybe some type of sea foam
took me by surprise, but i let you take me home
the rules are here for a reason
don’t trust the man you met at the bodega
unless you want the tangled
mess that was wednesday adams jenna ortega
i was singing that taylor swift hit
twirling like i was on some type of britney shit
couldn’t even begin to tell you why i was there
what’s with diet coke? ask JFK jr., he gets it.
I DIGRESS… (he’s not dead)
the rules, these rules set are real
don’t believe everything you hear at work
sometimes it’s just sexting not meant to hurt
you might be the one who ends up looking like a jerk
i was on that dennis rodman shit
rebounding for the thrill of it
couldn’t find the right color for my hair
diet coke at the bodega, and saw you standing there.
