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?