Penelope Scott - Born2Run lyrics

Hey! I like your bra!
Thanks I got it from my very best friend
Kissed  her once in high school
And then never again
Drugs and money who’s between your covers
Wouldn't matter to me one way or the other

And when  thots and animals storm the capital
You'll  watch C-SPAN for fun
‘Cause it's a fucking drag
And it's  crazy sad
But you'll do what's got to be done

Are you really gonna save
The world like that?
With  your tit's half out on instagram?
I mean
Yeah motherfucker that was always the plan
I'm gonna wear this shit to congress, man
So, hop off my dick
'Cause this whole thing makes me feel sick
And you're mean to kids
Why can’t you just quit picking on thеm?
Life and liberty, sometimеs property
The right to try to feel good
Her heart is pure, the math checks out
So whats the move?
And how could you do this when
I learned my rights from you?

Here's a little fact I cry all the time
About the state in healthcare
And the grand design sometimes it's sad
Sometimes it's bitter sweet
But it's how you'll know I'm me
And now gun control is
A fuckin' wicked problem
I don't know if anybody knows how to solve it
But if I were in congress and
Someone shot up a school
I'd fucking cry about that too
And so my question is to you

Are you really gonna save the world this way?
Crying like a kid every single day?
Hell yeah mother fucker I'm afraid it's true
People are in pain, what's wrong with you?
So, hop off my dick
You nixon smile makes me fuckin' sick
You should be just as wrecked as I am
I'm pretty fuckin' angry that you're not

And when thots and animals storm the capital
You'll watch C-SPAN for fun
‘Cause it's a fucking drag
And it's crazy sad
But you’ll do whats got to be done
The rules were life and
Liberty, sometimes property
The right to try to feel good
Her heart is pure, the math checks out
So whats the move?
And why would you do this when
I learned my rights from you?

And when soft boys and their succulents
And girls dressed to crack skulls
Take the capital and render it's capital null
We'll all feel a bit more pumped
And a bit less sad
Paint our shirts, say we're sorry
And call our dads