be is mean Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me and all you're ever gonna be is mean Why you gotta be so mean? You with your switching sides
't sing But all you are is mean All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean But someday I'll
is mean Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me and all you're ever gonna be is mean Why you gotta be so mean? You with your switching sides
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables Left a small town and never looked back I was a flight risk, with a fear
To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker The style we're using, no doubt copastetic You try to bite and yet sound pathetic Design my rhymes like a taylor
boost up the sales I know a laber owner that I'd love to bruise up for bail I know my family got it, they pull together but it's amniotic I mean baby
tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer sh-t In search of the truth, even if it goes through Taylor Swift
who/Axl Rose you, (Welcome to the Jungle!) To be continued, we're on that Norman Mailer shit In search of the truth even if it goes through Taylor Swift
Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit In search of the truth, even if it goes through Taylor Swift Tell
(Written by Taylor Swift) Once upon a time i believe it was a tuesday when i caught your eye and we caught onto something i hold onto the night you
(Written by Taylor Swift) I'm five years old it's getting cold i've got my big coat on i hear your laugh and look up smiling at you i run and run past
One day break, one heart ache, every once upon a time That black dress, happiness, bubble baths and quarter lines They mean so much to everyone, But
are people you just come back to So fall back on me Fall back on you You always let someone come in between Your talking round the truth and never say what we mean
They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit In search of the truth, even if it goes through Taylor Swift
