Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baby Bubblegum , by - Malaki. Release date: 04.11.2020
Song language: English
Baby Bubblegum |
| Spitting blood |
| I’m sick of love |
| This liquors rough |
| I’ve had enough |
| I’m done with trust |
| I doubled up |
| The troubled young |
| I’m troublesome |
| My trouble runs |
| Babybels and bubblegum |
| My baby bells |
| But brothers run |
| Spitting blood |
| I’m sick of love |
| This liquors rough |
| I’ve had enough |
| I’m done with trust |
| I doubled up |
| The troubled young |
| I’m troublesome |
| My trouble runs |
| Babybels and bubblegum |
| My baby bells |
| But brothers run |
| To tell you the truth I’m obtuse |
| She acute |
| But mind you |
| Take it from a different angle |
| A white tooth |
| Doesn’t always mean a smile through |
| The blind truth |
| Ignorance is bliss |
| Well I’m blissfully ignorant |
| Act the child |
| Then you missed what you were living in |
| Acting all intimate |
| I wasn’t your man just a participant |
| Rolling joints in the hand |
| While she’s fiddling his ligaments |
| Vigilant |
| Trying to read her but I was illiterate |
| She made me need her like i was impotent |
| In a sense |
| My common sense |
| Was on the fence |
| And she was off the wall |
| Double denim rocking vans |
| It was all mad hatters |
| Alice in Wonderland |
| With another man |
| She was hearing wedding bands |
| Well i was hearing other plans |
| I need a second hand |
| Smoke |
| To feel like I’m a part of something |
| Partly running through your mind |
| Now I’m paralysed |
| A pair of eyes |
| I memorised |
| Just to find out I was blind |
| Now I’m |
| Spitting blood |
| I’m sick of love |
| This liquors rough |
| I’ve had enough |
| I’m done with trust |
| I doubled up |
| The troubled young |
| I’m troublesome |
| My trouble runs |
| Babybels and bubblegum |
| My baby bells |
| But brothers run |
| Spitting blood |
| I’m sick of love |
| This liquors rough |
| I’ve had enough |
| I’m done with trust |
| I doubled up |
| The troubled young |
| I’m troublesome |
| My trouble runs |
| Babybels and bubblegum |
| My baby bells |
| But brothers run |
| Missalettes and cigarettes |
| My sister’s stressed |
| 'Cause I never text |
| Perplexed I go and check |
| What’s next |
| Had my belly wrecked |
| As my belly pressed against her chest |
| I could smell deceit amongst her breath |
| Regret at ever step |
| Practicing safe sex had me strapping in my belt |
| I saw hickeys on her neck |
| I would melt between her fingers |
| As it hits me I don’t let it |
| So I ring her |
| Know it’s risky |
| But I told her that I’d meet her |
| Choke my words like whiskey by the litre |
| I just need her |
| Or at least I needed |
| Planted roots without a seedling |
| Staring |
| Tearing |
| Caring thoughts up on the ceiling |
| Upon concealing |
| I was dreaming in heathens |
| Purgatory |
| You heard the story |
| But don’t adore me |
| This love has tore me |
| And torn me |
| From friends and ends |
| I press the pen |
| 'Till I’m independent |
| My pen dents |
| I was dependent |
| But then again |
| I was descending from heaven |
| Into the arms of depression |
| No question I was stressing |
| Obsessions |
| I’ve learned my lessons |
| Guess next time I’m bit should spit out the venom |
| Now I’m |
| Spitting blood |
| I’m sick of love |
| This liquors rough |
| I’ve had enough |
| I’m done with trust |
| I doubled up |
| The troubled young |
| I’m troublesome |
| My trouble runs |
| Babybels and bubblegum |
| My baby bells |
| But brothers run |
| Spitting blood |
| I’m sick of love |
| This liquors rough |
| I’ve had enough |
| I’m done with trust |
| I doubled up |
| The troubled young |
| I’m troublesome |
| My trouble runs |
| Babybels and bubblegum |
| My baby bells |
| But brothers run |
| When the blood stops |
| There’s a quickening |
| A sickening thought has you lingering |
| Now you’re tongue-tied |
| With your eyes wide |
| Never thought she’d hit you on your blindside |
| When the blood stops |
| There’s a quickening |
| A sickening thought has you lingering |
| Now you’re tongue-tied |
| With your eyes wide |
| Never thought she’d hit you on your blindside |
| When the blood stops |
| There’s a quickening |
| A sickening thought has you lingering |
| Now you’re tongue-tied |
| With your eyes wide |
| Never thought she’d hit you on your blindside |
| When the blood stops |
| There’s a quickening |
| A sickening thought has you lingering |
| Now you’re tongue-tied |
| With your eyes wide |
| Never thought she’d hit you on your blindside |