popgoestheweasel ft. abeurabxtch Lyrics

I said I gotta hit back, miss that

I don't really fucking like you

If I could go back in time and make me despise you

I don't think I'd be here, My mind would be clear

I'd be living my best life

The wheel of decisions I steer

I'd be glad to be here

And I know you're wondering if I'm insane

But I can inform you I'd say the same

Pop, goes the weasel

Digging her own grave, the devil she'll meet well

Pop, goes my brain

I've never been the same but I can't complain

I'll be the bad guy, you'll see

Pop goes the weasel, the villain you want me to be

Bitch I'm on the come up

Imma go leave this all done and tied up

Satan's fire is ready and hotter

And It'll leave you fried up

Man, I'm feeling crazy

Got my head spinnin' all wavy

I feel like plucking some daisies

Like do she love me, do she love me not?

Do she know me, do she think I'm hot?

Heard that you had a glow up

But damn I did it better

Heard you been having them mood swings

Movin' worse than adelaide weather

My brain may be dead but my mood is alive

And honestly my looks are looking alright

Are your looks alright? Cause you're looking fried

I might stick some spices inside of your eyes (Hahahaha)

Pop, goes the weasel

Digging her own grave, the devil she'll meet well

Pop, goes my brain

I've never been the same but I can't complain

I'll be the bad guy, you'll see

Pop goes the weasel, the villain you want me to be