slut era

Slut era, crush is here

Take my money, hold my beer

Wanna be naked, will you say it?

Life is short and we’re right here

Slut era, crush is here

Shoot my shot, hold my beer

Buckle up, the future’s here

And things are looking up (My dear)

But the bad boys never lose in the end

Yeah, this much I know is true in the end

Gotta be shareable, vulnerable

Fuckable, relatable

Dinner-on-a-plateable

Burn-her-at-the-stakeable

Hyper-romantic highlight-reeling

'Til I crash into the ceiling

Too far gone to see it through

I'm tangled in my own lasso

And I don't know what to think anymore

No, I don't know anything anymore

But to be shareable, vulnerable

Fuckable, relatable

Dinner-on-a-plateable

Burn-her-at-the-stakeable

And all this shit keeps flying

Spiralling, yeah see 'em slide in

Shout-out, take-out, burn-out, make-out

Cute, but doesn't put out

Notifications, manifestations

Diagnosis from a stranger

But the bad boys never lose in the end

Yeah, this much I know is true in the end

Gotta be shareable, vulnerable

Fuckable, relatable

Dinner-on-a-plateable

Burn-her-at-the-stakeable

I throw my phone into the fire

Then burn my hands trying to find it

I throw my phone into the fire

Then burn my hands trying to find it

I throw my phone into the fire

Then burn my hands trying to find it

I throw my phone into the fire

Then burn my hands trying to find it