basket boi

Alright, it's fine

Honestly, I kinda had a feeling you would ruin my life (ruin)

But you stay on my, on my, on my, on my mind

But then again, I kinda had a little feeling you might

And I treat you like a centrifuge

When I keep you in rotation

You act like the space station

You orbit me, your grip so porous it's absorbing me

Fuck off, get out, get out, get out, get off, yeah

And I said, don't come back but she's elas, she's elastic

I'm usually good to go but in this case, I'm the basket