Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hi, It's Me, artist - Ashnikko. Album song Hi, It's Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Hi, It's Me |
| Uh, when I’m with you I have amnesia, got me without a mind |
| My stupid brain thinks that I need you, misleads me all the time |
| It’s like I need a babysitter, someone to come and get me |
| 'Cause I forget crazy shit, the littlest things impress me |
| Mediocre in the bed, my bestie would never let me |
| Uh, I did it again |
| I slip up, I text you, I forget |
| That you were so, so disrespectful |
| I did what I said that I wouldn’t |
| Why am I a sucker for a fuckboy’s freckles? |
| Hi, it’s me, back again |
| Here to remind you that he’s not worth it |
| Hi, it’s me, your best friend |
| Take his old t-shirt off and burn it |
| Repeat after me, «I'm over it» |
| Yeah we’re so over, over |
| Repeat after me, «I'm over it» |
| Yeah, we’re so over, over |
| Hi, it’s me back again |
| Here to remind you that he’s not worth it |
| Hi, it’s me, your best friend |
| Take his old t-shirt off and burn it |
| When I’m with you I have amnesia, I’m weaker than before |
| My stupid brain thinks that I need you, I’m eager to hurt more |
| My best friend thinks that I’m a dumbass |
| My dumb ass should be a little more cautious |
| 'Cause I can’t believe I say that I won’t do it |
| Then I do it and make myself sick, I make myself nauseous (Urgh) |
| I slip up, I text you, I forget |
| That you were so so disrespectful |
| I did what I said that I wouldn’t |
| Why am I a sucker for a fuckboy’s freckles? |
| Hi, it’s me, back again |
| Here to remind you that he’s not worth it |
| Hi, it’s me, your best friend |
| Take his old t-shirt off and burn it |
| Repeat after me «I'm over it» |
| Yeah we’re so over, over |
| Repeat after me «I'm over it» |
| Yeah, we’re so over, over |
| Hi, it’s me |
| Back again here to remind you that he’s not worth it |
| Hi, it’s me, your best friend |
| Take his old t-shirt off and burn it |
| Repeat after me «I'm over it» |
| Yeah we’re so over, over |
| Repeat after me «I'm over it» |
| Yeah, we’re so over, over |
| Someone hold me back or I’ll run a fucking marathon |
| I’m crazy now, crying, «Where the hell has my mascara gone?» |
| I say no more, it’s over, it’s all about me and what I want |
| But you find me, 5AM its booty call at the Marriott |
| Nobody’s trophy wife, yeah I’m nobody’s baby doll |
| I’m single now let me drunk dance on the tabletop |
| Let me be wild now, just let me be hysterical |
| Old me is dead and gone, I just went and buried her, like |
| Hi, it’s me, back again |
| Here to remind you that he’s not worth it |
| Hi, it’s me, your best friend |
| Take his old t-shirt off and burn it |
| Repeat after me «I'm over it» |
| Yeah we’re so over, over |
| Repeat after me «I'm over it» |
| Yeah, we’re so over, over |