Peaches
Peaches - Fan Etiquette lyrics
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Just give me what we deserve Why so late when you get the nerve There's no love here Without the hurt Wanna get back But the styles are wack 'Cause you heard me Talkin' shit Wanna head back now Help me split But that's dumb fool Not cool Better off playin' pocket pool 'Cause this is real life Not a show Doin' everything for the minimum dough Gotta new fan etiquette That gotsta go Lover feel liberated Share the snow Fans gotta get with it You're gonna find out quick If you don't got fan etiquette Then you ain't gonna get shit (x2) Don't grab my tits You in the gold dress Just 'cause you is a gay guy Don't mean you can molest You smelled of the glove Now you want the love But I just want to chill Not push and shove Be rivalry at least 'Cause ya ain't gettin' shit You know I only love the fans who got the etiquette I just rocked you for hours Can't come clean when your in my shower Fuckin', suckin', havin' a feast Screamin' out that your my nasty beast My show unleashed your beast But please give me some peace I was pawed at, clawed at Check out these scars from bein' awed at You ask for drugs And I need a rest Got a lit cigarette thrown at my breast That's my purse that you tried to nab You're the worst fan that I've ever had Now you grab at my clit Somebody better teach you etiquette Quick, quick Quick, quick What you mean you don't got shit for me? What you mean you don't got no weed? Huh, you can't come in this door Wanna come back stage? Better bring the blow Lover feel liberate Share the snow