1: Sabrina a mean one, Mr. GrinchYou really are

are the voice inside my mindSomething so real is

don't wanna buy what they're sellin' these daysSayin' feelin'

might be wrong, but he's all I knowHe's

Lyrics From laid a blanket down outside in the grassThe

texts have been gettin' laxyWatchin' you move just like

they're thinkin' 'bout me all the time, ohIs it that

I: do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)(Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, feels

flat on the floor with my head down lowWhere the

sick and tired of this holidayNot good at bein'

raining on you, you've fallen behindThere's nobody there on

the most nonsense time of the yearThey gave me a

ah-ah, have to tell your hot ass a

know I have good judgement, I know I haveGood tasteIt's

Sabrina 1: Sabrina I would overthinkI would

Comin up the stairsIt’s a long way upFinding my way up

two, three when you said it, there's no

I could use a suggestion box or twoThrow in your critiques,

a grass-fed, free-range, non-GMO chickGluten-free, wagyu beef, all

be a WednesdayAnd I'll be going to this coffee