Letra de Sentimental Jewelry
Caught up in materialistic ways
I'm not tryna give my lips away
It's okay, the problem won't get fixed today
I'm not tryna give my lips away
It's okay, the problem won't get fixed today
Shifting perspectives to fit the shade
Yungster Jack
Sentimental jewelry
I can tell you hate yourself
The way you throw your words at me
Paint my nails burgundy
Butterflies and bunnies in the yard
I feel the purity
Sentimental jewelry
I can tell you hate yourself
The way you throw your words at me
Paint my nails burgundy
Butterflies and bunnies in the yard
I feel the purity
Caught up in materialistic ways
I'm not tryna give my lips away
It's okay, the problem won't get fixed today
Shifting perspectives to fit the shade
Caught up in materialistic ways
I'm not tryna give my lips away
It's okay, the problem won't get fixed today
Shifting perspectives to fit the shade
After the rain, stood up on the rainbow
Arrows in my back stood up like a [?]
Pixie dust, hundred up on my nasal
Convert all the hurt into being thankful
Upwards spiral, fly over the maze
See the patterns and the cycles, promise I'm not perfect
That's the way that life goes
You can see it from above, you can see it with your eyes closed
Treat me like this song, don't treat it like a Bible
'Cause I promise at the end of the day that my life's just like yours
Yungster Jack
Sentimental jewelry
I can tell you hate yourself
The way you throw your words at me
Paint my nails burgundy
Butterflies and bunnies in the yard
I feel the purity
Sentimental jewelry
I can tell you hate yourself
The way you throw your words at me
Paint my nails burgundy
Butterflies and bunnies in the yard
I feel the purity
Caught up in materialistic ways
I'm not tryna give my lips away
It's okay, the problem won't get fixed today
Shifting perspectives to fit the shade
Caught up in materialistic ways
I'm not tryna give my lips away
It's okay, the problem won't get fixed today
Shifting perspectives to fit the shade
After the rain, stood up on the rainbow
Arrows in my back stood up like a [?]
Pixie dust, hundred up on my nasal
Convert all the hurt into being thankful
Upwards spiral, fly over the maze
See the patterns and the cycles, promise I'm not perfect
That's the way that life goes
You can see it from above, you can see it with your eyes closed
Treat me like this song, don't treat it like a Bible
'Cause I promise at the end of the day that my life's just like yours
