Reneé Rapp and Coco Jones - Tummy Hurts [Remix]

Maybe I should try religion
'Cause, Jesus, you're hard to rely on
I never find you in the kitchen
Couldn't even pay rent for three months
Oh, I heard you, I get it, you're broke
But oh, you always had money to smoke, though

Now my tummy hurts, he's in love with her
But for what it's worth
They'd make beautiful babies
And raise 'em up to be a couple of
Fucking monsters, like their mother and their father
Eventually, 2043
Someone's gonna hurt their little girl like their daddy hurt me

Mmh

Baby, go open a Bible
'Cause God knows that sin is a cycle
Lied to my face, it's your hobby
Boy, you fine as hell for a psycho
When do they pay for the cost of their choice? Oh, oh
Never 'cause that's just them boys being boys

Now my tummy hurts (tummy hurts)
He's in love with her
But for what it's worth
They'd make beautiful babies
And raise them up to be a couple of
Fucking monsters, like their mother and their father
Eventually, 2043 (eventually)
Someone's gonna hurt their little girl like their daddy hurt me

Mmm, like their daddy hurt me (me)
Oh, like their daddy hurt me
Like their daddy hurt me
Like their daddy hurt me

Now my tummy hurts, he's in love with her
But for what it's worth
He's her problem now
Baby, and she'll stay with him
'Cause she made with him a couple monsters
Like their mother and their father
Yeah, eventually, 2043
Someone's gonna hurt your little girl like you hurt me

Written by:
Alexander Glantz, Brittany Marie Amaradio, Courtney Jones, Renee J. Rapp

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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