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rainzzz - Little Black Dress lyrics

Artist: rainzzz

album: Afterimages


In that little black dress, you can fuck with my head
I been skipping my meds, I don't need em my head
And you said that I don't ever make time for you
So what the fuck could I do that's right for you?
Now I'm jumping on a plane at LA EX
Like one more time, how we gon break up like every week
Girl this is the last time, I've been trappin on these drugs
I gotta get my money right
I thought you'd be with me forever that was just a lie
Off the weed and I still can't get you outta my mind
How the hell would you go and break this fucking heart of mine
I told you all my fucking secrets
Bitch you know why, gotta get this money
Bitch I been trappin by the base line
In your little black dress, you been stuck in my head
Psychosis I need these meds, my vision is read
Girl I been trippin, sippin' just get over you
Bitch you fight me for the last time
This shits overdue, gotta tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do
You know that I held you down
You know I roll for you
Can you fix my broken heart?
It's been broken from the start
See me going hard, just to see me going hard
In that little black dress, you can fuck with my head
I been skipping my meds, now I'm needing my ex
You said that I don't ever make not time for you
So what the fuck could I do that is right for you?
Now I'm jumping on a plane at LA ex like one more time
How we gon break up every week
Girl this is the last time
I been trappin all these drugs, I gotta get my money right
I thought that you would be with me forever that was just a lie
In your little black dress, you been stuck in my head
I been fucking my ex, all up inside of our bed
Still after everything bitch I'd still make time for you
This is a fucking love letter I done wrote for you
Back and forth and back n forth
You text me everyday bitch
I know we were both in love, but we ain't on the same shit
New Mercedes' black and green it looks just like the matrix
Our relationship is over, and we both gotta face it
In that little black dress you can fuck with my head
I been skipping my meds, I ain't needing my ex
And you said that I don't ever make no time for you
So what the fuck could I do that's right for you?
Now I'm jumping on a plane at LA EX like one more time
How we gonna break up every week?
Girl this is the last time
I been trapping these drugs, I gotta get my mind right
I though that you'd be with me forever that was just a lie

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