Anya Taylor-Joy Lyrics

Baby I been lacking, I need someone who's by my side (side)

Something's been missing, I need someone with bad advice

(and here we go again, and here we go again, and here we go again, and here we go again)

Yeah she's got birthmarks on her collarbone

Anya Taylor-Joy type bitch on my cellphone

She won't ever leave me even if I do her wrong

And she won't ever leave me even if I'm singing songs

And she's got summertime on her breath now

Sitting looking down, typing digits on my cellphone (type your digits on my cellphone)

Guess I got dreams that won't ever happen, no

Que lo que, voy a decir lo que siento

Si no me gusta, solo di el "hasta luego"

Worried bout a follow, man you got an ego

But you got some followers, eso no lo niego (tell em')

So princess, please (Anya)

Gimme them cheeks (Ay)

Why you arguing with me at the Cake of Cheese? (Factory)

Bananas, Tropicanas, this diet is not for Santa

Vacations down in Havana, capture it in panorama (Ay)

Ass too big for the camera, watch you in slo-mo

And bro that let you go, he must be dead or in the slammer

Don't ask me about my manners, she from Miami proper

Daddy prolly a doctor, own choppers and helicopters

Learned every damn play in the book, babygirl I ain't going

Typa bih to see snow and fuck around dip her nose in

Clean it up, clean it up

Stepping out, clean as fuck

Heater tucked, beater tucked

I'll see you in the evening

Rotation, greened out

Low patience, need it now

If you ever fighting demons

Hit me up, i'll beat em out

We the hottest subject

He like "where the hug at?"

She done tripped and fell in love

We ain't even fu… okay

We ain't even touch a surface

Lift a skirt, like a curtain

Lift my skirt, get to working

We just a couple art bitches

Bamboo, soft linen

Acting sour, lil lemon

Sour girl make me pucker

This problematic like Tucker

This bitter like where the sweet at

The sugar is where the seed at

T always be where the V at

And U always in between that

Crown Royal and drugs

Till clowns spoil the fun

Tryna revive my joy

So the moment is all I

Want

And that's the reason Imma go

Got a few apologies to make before I'm leaving though

A broken heart made me feel like a fraud

I'm listing specific names, and feeling real odd

So Anya, bake me cookies

Emily, take my picture

Amy, take me with you, I'm sorry for all my issues

Joanna, you needed growth

Miranda, I hope it goes how it goes it goes and it goes

And shoutout the Scorpios, except for October though

Look, all the shit that we did

They're not listening to this shit

And if you are, I hope you realize

There's nothing to be hid

Feel the glory in my honesty

The truth and love inside of me

My youth is not a prophecy