Peach Pit - Magpie

Sippin’ up a tin can Bit of a wasted while Never put in too much effort, no When his days let go Sniffin’ anything just to get him a taste He tried it, he couldn’t Kick that old malaise From his golden days Feelings fade Drippin’ off a thin, thin Thin as it gets A line of a woman Just to keep his toes Underneath his nose She lets go [Pre-Chorus] You’re the wrong guy, Magpie Haven’t you a good point The strip joints still having you [Chorus] We ain’t gonna get you outta here No, we ain’t gonna get you outta here Which you’re fond of saying I know that you’re down as ever though Oh, I know that you’re down as ever though And you want it baby You might also like Good Graces Sabrina Carpenter The Day The Party Died Kendrick Lamar ALL RED Playboi Carti Rippin’ on a six speed Wind in the face He’s wild and he’s looking To that open sky For some life inside He’s so tried [Pre-Chorus] You’re the wrong guy, Magpie Haven’t you a good point The strip joints still having you [Chorus] We ain’t gonna get you outta here No, we ain’t gonna get you outta here Which you’re fond of saying I know that you’re down as ever though Oh, I know that you’re down as ever though And you want it baby We ain’t gonna get you outta here No, we ain’t gonna get you outta here Which you’re fond of saying I know that you’re down as ever though Oh, I know that you’re down as ever though And you want it baby