Baby Queen - Raw Thoughts lyrics
[Baby Queen - Raw Thoughts lyrics]
I live in my mind and you can't make this right
It's labyrinthine, again, I've got to try
To get back in line and let it be benign
I'm not feeling divine
They say I'm unhinged and I don't give a shit
They'll never get it unless they sat under my skin
And saw what I did, actually, fuck that, God forbid
They see what I did
I got fucked up again, I was crying
Some hours in the A.M, I was writing
Notes on my phone, "Always keep raw thoughts close
When you get fucked up and you're going back home"
Fuck it, girl, I really miss you, you were my best friend
In the hours when it falls, I try to comprehend
All the meaning in emotion, I'm emotionless
And you're sitting by the ocean thinking about sex
Thinking about
Me in the backseat, driving in your mum's blue car
Why do I take these drugs? Why do I go too far?
I liked the backseat, driving in your mum's blue car
Why do I take these drugs? Why did I get?
I got fucked up again, I was crying
Some hours in the A.M, I was writing
Notes on my phone, "Always keep raw thoughts close
When you get fucked up and you're going back home"
Fuck it, girl, I really miss you, you were my best friend
In the hours when it falls, I try to comprehend
All the meaning in emotion, I'm emotionless
And you're sitting by the ocean thinking about sex
Thinking about
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you
I'm thinking about you
It's labyrinthine, again, I've got to try
To get back in line and let it be benign
I'm not feeling divine
They say I'm unhinged and I don't give a shit
They'll never get it unless they sat under my skin
And saw what I did, actually, fuck that, God forbid
They see what I did
I got fucked up again, I was crying
Some hours in the A.M, I was writing
Notes on my phone, "Always keep raw thoughts close
When you get fucked up and you're going back home"
Fuck it, girl, I really miss you, you were my best friend
In the hours when it falls, I try to comprehend
All the meaning in emotion, I'm emotionless
And you're sitting by the ocean thinking about sex
Thinking about
Me in the backseat, driving in your mum's blue car
Why do I take these drugs? Why do I go too far?
I liked the backseat, driving in your mum's blue car
Why do I take these drugs? Why did I get?
I got fucked up again, I was crying
Some hours in the A.M, I was writing
Notes on my phone, "Always keep raw thoughts close
When you get fucked up and you're going back home"
Fuck it, girl, I really miss you, you were my best friend
In the hours when it falls, I try to comprehend
All the meaning in emotion, I'm emotionless
And you're sitting by the ocean thinking about sex
Thinking about
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you
I'm thinking about you