pamplemousse
Me and the girls with our phones out
It's me, haze, looking gassed out, wow
Weed smells like La Croix, pamplemousse
Moon stars in your baseboard, feel the bass
Hauntin' me, slide up to dream
Tell my heart and make me feel like you see me
You know you love it (love it)
You know you love (love)
You love to tell 'em that you don't, but yeah, you love it (love it)
You know you love it (huh)
Gotta get you some (yeah)
Got that attention, yeah, you love it (never slow it down)
You know you love it (love it)
You know you love (love)
You love to tell 'em that you don't, but yeah, you love it (love it)
You know you love it (huh)
Gotta get you some (yeah)
Got that attention, yeah, you love it (never slow it down)
Okay, twigs
I know everyone probably annoys you about this
But that song with Dua Lipa, Why Don't You Love Me Anymore
When are you gonna release it?
I'm tired or listening to it on loop—
Listen, when it came out, I was goin' through a breakup
I used to walk around Paris, with, on repeat, for this song
We need it to be released, please, Twigs, come on
Make my wish come true