Lyrics Himalayan Salt Bath - CYRUS

Himalayan Salt Bath

Don’t fuck with me\nDon’t fuck with me now\nDon’t fuck with me\nNo, don’t fuck with me\nMy current fling is a model, yours is just a floor model\nCaught a glimpse of her mom, now that’s a tough act to follow\nDon’t think I’m better than you, I am better than you\nDon’t work for no one but me, but, still, I got me a team\nJust took a Himalayan salt bath, hand me a towel\nA long way from a call back, now wait for the pound\nWe used to drink for fun, and fuck to my music\nAnd I heard you still… fuck to my music\nI’m back on my bullshit\nNo need to call, my hands do the talking\nNo pants on like nobody watching\nNo shirt on, like, I know you’re watching\nThink I’m an object, huh?\nSitting in the club is fun\nWe don’t feel drunk 'til the uber come\nI ain’t got the aux, I just know the DJ\nBut, pretty good chance that the uber does\nI reached the point I don’t need no one else\nAnd when this end there won’t be no one left\nSo when I turn and all I see is me\nKnow that no one care about some shit you said\nThe shit you felt, the shit you think\nThe pic you post, the shit you tweet\n'Cause all that shit gon' be old next week, dawg\nHurricane Irma was so last week\nShit we face like on a daily basis\nTwitter feed look like the daily racist\nIf Donald Trump is who the fuck y’all picked\nThen, shit, I’ll be the one to hop the fucking fence\nMy sister’s homeless, mom is on my couch\nAnd you is mad some girl ignored your text?\nStreams and merch, shows and selfie pics\nY’all see me, all I see is rent\nI’m tired of bleeding, but, I will keep breathing\nThe time is now, let’s call it comeback season\nWe’re numb to it, 'til we’re dumb to it\n'Til we’re both like, God, could you bring back Jesus, like\nWhat you even praying for?\nAssignment late, what you waiting for?\nGirl, you ain’t tried it, what you hating for?\nDawg, you ain’t got it, what you faking for?\nSo from here until I’m out, I don’t do no interviews\nWe don’t need to talk, I’m just not that into you\nHit me for a song, make that shit an interlude\n'Cause, not to be rude, but, I just don’t fuck with you\nLooking 25, but I’m feeling like 30\nMom 50 something, but she hardly look 30\nSeen enough courts, need a 30 for 30\nI used to post bail between 2 and 2:30\nI thanked God once, turned around, did me dirty\nThanked God twice, turned around, got to working\nIf all’s really fair when in love and in war\nThen the only ship that sink is the one that you worship, ay\nI don’t mean to kill no dreams\nTwo birds, one stone, before you get those wings\nTo be awake or to remain asleep\nJust know you made that bed, I hope you washed them sheets\nYou cutting corners, I’m just cutting ties\nYou follow waves, that’s so cut and dry\nDo or don’t, you still do the most\nBut, see, all I know is that it’s do or die\nAnd when you say it’s just a phase, girl, that shit don’t faze me\nMonday and Friday the same shit lately\nLove me or hate me, I don’t pick sides\nRather be than between two lines\nAnd I ain’t got the time, but I know the place\nBeyond the pines is where you find the snakes\nBeyond the lies is where you find the truth\nAnd you should see the line, it wraps around here twice\nOld me died, so I’m living proof\nThat some people stop and others drive right through\nI saw the signs and I read the message\nI just ain’t got shit else to say to you\nOld habits