Thr33 by Lowercase Lyrics

All i fucking is fucking dollar signs
I think i’m in love with her i got heart eyes
Greater than three less than my font size
Lighting my brain up just like a bond fire

Your selling me dopamine like a supplier
My amateurs weak cuz i got no wires
I’m running out of time but moving clockwise
I don’t think i’m exist right ik
Not quantized

What’s up i’m gone
Look at you and i saw now flaws at all
I can’t count on my sheep are getting
Counted on to much lately

Using stupid emojis to like text you
How many times can i tell you that your the best too
I can’t sleep i might miss you
I’m my dreams i might kiss you
I don’t think i exist right
And i could never sit right i’m to impatient
Get me out of this situation
I got hella expectations
And i think that your fuckung stupid
I got zero motivation
But i think your a fuckung loser

And i might fucking lose it
Diolate my pupils
Got so use to being first place but you is a seclude
Bitch you sounding like an essay that just got conclude
My brains going to dust feel like i’m in a wirlpool

But i still feel like i’m cool
I hope you think that i’m cool
Feel like a dog i accidentally look at you and i droll
Fuck that’s kinda weird i’m sorry
Your just like eye candy
I’ve been on the internet i feel like i’m I-carly

All i fucking is fucking dollar signs
I think i’m in love with her i got heart eyes
Greater than three less than my font size
Lighting my brain up just like a bond fire