Dua Saleh - umbrellar

Broken my umbrellar in the storm (oh)
Baby said she likes to keep me warm (oh, oh)
Diamonds was embedded on her horn (beep-beep)
Driving through the tunnels in the morn (wake up)
Her father owns a factory making corn (chomp-chomp)
Told me that she wasn't natural born (what?)
Stolen off a planet I was torn (hmm)
Chamomile's a luxury adorned (ah)

Last pint from that last night
I don't know if that was real
And I swear I'm superstitious
'Bout her sex appeal
Last blunt from that last night
I don't know if that was real
When she brought her wand out
I knew I had lost our deal

I really gutted out her womb
A fickle fight an icky croon
Her breath condensed into a flume
And pulls her eyes into a tomb
Fuck a whip, she rode a broom
Casts a spell onto the moon
All this worth that she exhume
All this worth that she exhume

Last pint from that last night
I don't know if that was real
And she knows I'm superstitious
Bout her sex appeal

Last pint from that last night
I don't know if that was real
And I swear I'm superstitious
Bout her sex appeal
Last blunt from that last night
I don't know if that was real
When she brought her wand out
I knew I had lost our deal

Written by:
Andrew Broder, Dua Saleh, Simon Edward Christensen

Publisher:
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