Kneepads

I really thought we were friends
But you just, you do be out here betraying me and sh- um
Okay, bye
Bitch, move please, I need to go fast
Break hearts like a thirty meter dash
My heart needs a set of kneepads
I keep falling and it ain’t gon' be my last
Bitch, move please, I need to go fast
Break hearts like a thirty meter dash
My heart needs a set of kneepads
I keep falling and it ain’t gon' be my last
No room, no table for two
I feel squeezed like the soles of my shoes, yeah
Take a guess and guess again
I know that you think I’m a mess
But that’s just really your friends
Yeah, I’m tryna skate real late
Don’t worry, yeah, just kill the brakes, no mistakes
Or I’ma feel this all again in the morning
Yeah, come sunrise, I’ma be snoring
Bitch, move please, I need to go fast
Break hearts like a thirty meter dash
My heart needs a set of kneepads
I keep falling and it ain’t gon' be my last
Two things I forgot to mention
Who the fuck don’t bring a dish to the function?
And possibly, these are my weaknesses all packaged into poetry
What a shitty anthology, I mean, shit
I love the way you talk about nothing at all
I’m tryna work this out, but it’s not your fault
Bitch, move please, I need to go fast (Zoom-zoom)
Break hearts like a thirty meter dash (The Olympics)
My heart needs a set of kneepads (Okay)
I keep falling and it ain’t gon' be my last
I love the way you talk about nothing at all
I love the way you talk about nothing at all