Miami*

[Verse 1] Everybody's feet on the dashboard I don't wanna ask for it We're not playing Simon Says I feel a bit of pressure Wearing cardigans and sweaters On the dance floor Standing on my own two legs I'm trying not to wobble I'm caught up with all the bottles Going fast, full throttle To topple my first ten But I don't need another reason If I can't put down my feet When I just have to get us even And this made you so upset [Pre-Chorus] Baby, haven't you heard? I'm moving on 'Cause I don't wanna watch you burn Crazy, I never learned to make you talk And I don't wanna make you hurt [Chorus] The fuck would you tell me? That you were at your brother's housе and roaming Miami I hope you forget me Keep mе out of every fucking part of your memory [Verse 2] You better look both ways 'Cause if you get killed you won't get good grades I won't spend another dollar unless you become a scholar I won't listen to a single fucking word you say I mean, ha Why would I? You made my life so hard Wanna try living life off Poptarts? "Your brothers and your sisters were mistakes; I wish you never happened" Yeah, you said that to my face [Chorus] The fuck would you tell me? That you were at your brother's house and roaming Miami I hope you forget me Keep me out of every fucking part of your memory The fuck would you tell me? That you were at your brother's house and roaming Miami I hope you forget me Keep me out of every fucking part of your memory [Chorus] The fuck would you tell me? That you were at your brother's house and roaming Miami I hope you forget me Keep me out of every fucking part of your memory The fuck would you tell me? That you were at your brother's house and roaming Miami I hope you forget me Keep me out of every fucking part of your memory [Outro] Baby, you're bonafide I wanna watch you burn I love it when you call me Or was it overused?