sans-e - Sweet

If what goes around comes around
You got a lot coming
If you see me in the streets, boy
You better start running
I'm the hurricane your God sent
As wrath against your sins
If you hear me come knocking, boy
I wouldn't let me in
You see, I don't know you,
But I know your type
You talk a lot of shh but
You back down from a fight
I'd love to hear you to say
That toxic shit to my face
So I can bust yours up
And still look sexy in this lace
Do my curves threaten you as I pass you in my stride
Does my smile melt your insecure heart
Do I confuse your little brain with feelings of desire
Shine a light on all your darkest parts
Maybe my height makes the small men smaller
Maybe my might makes the weak men weaker
Maybe they're hiding who they're meant to be
Projecting their hatred for themselves on me
I'm over shrinking myself
Into sizes men can eat
Think I'm done with being gentle
I'm so over being sweet
I hope it gets cold
In your mother's basement
I hope the roots strangle you
Through the pavement
Bet nobody comes for you
While you scream
Struggling to breathe
By the light of your computer screen
I hope you had fun
While you were slinging your hate
With the same lonely hands
That never get to second base
All you think about is
What's between my legs
Is it envy or desire
Wanna be me? wanna date
Do my words slice you open as they cut down your lies
Does my freedom look a little more free
Maybe you're just jealous of the glamorous life
Maybe you're a lot like me
Maybe my height makes the small men smaller,
Maybe my might makes the weak men weaker,
Maybe they're hiding who they're meant to be
Projecting their hatred for themselves on me
I'm over shrinking myself
Into sizes men can eat
Think I'm done with being gentle
I'm so over being sweet
I'm over shrinking myself
Into sizes men can eat
Yeah I'm over being gentle
Yeah I'm done with being sweet

Written by:
Sky Stover

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