I think I must hate me
Because I won't let you love me
I'm waiting
What am I
Just a tomboy
Who enjoys loud music
Comfy beds
With an Xbox playing GTA
Right next to Bae
With a beer stuck in the corner
And a leg out just to warm her
Rubber bands around
My bundles of CDs
Like calling cards
Cause aux cables are
Burning rubber over plastic
Although I agree
The makeshift lane is made of gold
Cause gold is super moldable
Add whatever to change it up
Allows a person space to grow
Allows a person space to grow
Because I won't let you love me
I'm waiting
What am I
Just a tomboy
Who enjoys loud music
Comfy beds
With an Xbox playing GTA
Right next to Bae
With a beer stuck in the corner
And a leg out just to warm her
Rubber bands around
My bundles of CDs
Like calling cards
Cause aux cables are
Burning rubber over plastic
Although I agree
The makeshift lane is made of gold
Cause gold is super moldable
Add whatever to change it up
Allows a person space to grow
Allows a person space to grow
Lyrics submitted by tylermacmore
Worst Best Friend Ever Lyrics as written by Volly Blaze Jamey Blaze
Lyrics © DistroKid
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