Tippi McGarry - Pictures on Your Insta lyrics
[Tippi McGarry - Pictures on Your Insta lyrics]
Oh the pictures from last
Winter, on your insta, not in frames
They depict us in a Christmas
Spirit acting all ok on the inside
All my butterflies were burned by a hot rage
And the ashes of the
Creatures, in my stomach, they remained
Guess it serves as a reminder not
To fall for love of fame
And the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
Post the story, say we're over
Cause the people got to know
I'll do brand deals off thе weight loss
Selling serums that givе hope
It's dishonest
But for an easy buck i'll do just anything
'Cause i sold my soul so long ago
I don't know where it is
And the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
Said you loved me, did you really?
'Cause you never said it to me
'Cause we kept it in the
Comment section, never felt, just seen
You can run off to the Daily Mail
And do a piece on me
Don't have to feel bad, darling
This is mutual 15 minutes, make the most
Pull up the pictures from last winter, baby
That's just how it goes
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Oh the pictures from last
Winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures from last
Winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures from last
Winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures from last
Winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
Said you loved me, did you really?
'Cause you never said it to me
Oh the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
You can delete them, or keep them
Either way I'll twist the meaning
Cause the pictures, profiles
Ticks and mobiles no ceasing firing
Yeah with pictures, profiles
Ticks are worthwhile
You'll get just anything
And the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
Winter, on your insta, not in frames
They depict us in a Christmas
Spirit acting all ok on the inside
All my butterflies were burned by a hot rage
And the ashes of the
Creatures, in my stomach, they remained
Guess it serves as a reminder not
To fall for love of fame
And the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
Post the story, say we're over
Cause the people got to know
I'll do brand deals off thе weight loss
Selling serums that givе hope
It's dishonest
But for an easy buck i'll do just anything
'Cause i sold my soul so long ago
I don't know where it is
And the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
Said you loved me, did you really?
'Cause you never said it to me
'Cause we kept it in the
Comment section, never felt, just seen
You can run off to the Daily Mail
And do a piece on me
Don't have to feel bad, darling
This is mutual 15 minutes, make the most
Pull up the pictures from last winter, baby
That's just how it goes
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Oh the pictures from last
Winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures from last
Winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures from last
Winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures from last
Winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
Said you loved me, did you really?
'Cause you never said it to me
Oh the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
You can delete them, or keep them
Either way I'll twist the meaning
Cause the pictures, profiles
Ticks and mobiles no ceasing firing
Yeah with pictures, profiles
Ticks are worthwhile
You'll get just anything
And the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing