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awfultune
awfultune
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awfultune
awfultune
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taha
Taha
Producer

Lyrics

You look like you got a lot on your mind
I'd figure you out, but I should decline
I'm a slave to the trauma
Fall apart every time, yeah
It's been a while since I finally got mine
And I'm only twenty-two, I age like fine wine
I'm showing out now
It's a fucking crime
So call your friends
And let them know
That I just got a brand new check
And I'm about to blow, oh
I, I'm not shy anymore
I am soda
Come on over
Shake me up, yeah
I, I don't hide anymore
I am soda
Come on over
Drink me up
Drink me up
You walk and talk like you got it figured out
If you can't make decisions, then I'm kicking you out
It's way too easy to filter you out so I'm keeping you around, yeah
You're my bitch, now
People look up to me and that shit freaks me out
Got me in a box and I'm finally breaking out
If you got nothing nice to say
Shut your fucking mouth
So call your friends
And let them know
(Ready, set, go)
This shit's never gonna end
Nah, not till I say so
I, I'm not shy anymore
I am soda
Come on over
Shake me up, yeah
I, I don't hide anymore, no
I am soda
Come on over
Drink me up
(I am soda
Come on over)
Drink me up
Written by: Hafiz Taha, awfultune
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