I wake up, and I got nothing to do The only thing that comes to mind is a picture of you I'm a starving scroller, thumb patroller, full bipolar High roller, pleading at the door to receive an order
Ah, beloved My heart is yours Until tomorrow You are ignored
You're just my prop in the photo of life So what good's a friend if they can't document your time?
You have so much leisure time Time in which you can do things you enjoy Time in which you don't have to work Let me show you a few things
A picture, a click Don't tell me I'm insane The [unintelligiblе] inside my brain I'm a starving scroller, thumb patroller, full bipolar High rollеr, roller, roller, roller
Starving scroller, thumb patroller Starving scroller, thumb patroller Starving scroller, full bipolar Starving scroller, high roller
Ah, beloved My heart is yours Until tomorrow You are ignored
You're just my crop in the Photoshop life So what good's a friend if they can't document your time? You are the star of my shadow show-and-tell Mirroring decor on my digitized self
(The choice is mine in the photo of life!) Still by my side, then I, I'll give you mine
(Eat it up!)
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