Lyrics of ' Climax / Moonlight ' by Emily Branca

You said no interest
Said you found a better climax
You said he's swagged out, you leave
It's like a shot to the back
Through the nose of a barrel
For you don't want to go

You said no interest
Said you found a better climax
You said he's swagged out, you leave
It's like a shot to the back
Through the nose of a barrel
For you don't want to go

I just be watching my words
You say whatever the fuck
I think I take what I get
And say whatever they love
'Cause this might hurt for days
Now I can't find my way
Sike, know, I'm just playin'
Onto the next, like I'm okay
Aye, this a pimpin' can't you tell?
She like: No, I can't, what the hell?
Well, then pull up, baby, in a spell
Came out new hair, new nails
She take my heart then drive back
One, two, three, four, five, damn
Deletin' pictures on the gram
Did you forgot who I am?
From the frontseats to the nosebleeds
That's for actin' like you don't know me
Damn, my new bitch, she a trophy
And she love me for the old me
Yeah, the cold me, yeah, the old me
She the homie, cop her a rollie

You said no interest
Said you found a better climax
You said he's swagged out, you leave
It's like a shot to the back
Through the nose of a barrel
For you don't want to go
But leave, like it's nothing

Hu-uh, hu-uh, she r-i-i-ide
She wanna ride, ooh-oh-oh
My shawty better than that
Can't complain about nothin'
Can't complain

Feel like I'm destined
I don't need no Smith & Wesson, no
Boy, who you testin'?
Fuck a scantron, here's your lesson, oh
Knife in intestine
Takin' shots at all your brethren, no
Feel like I'm damaged
Feeling like you fucking planned this, oh

All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl, you know, when you call, make me feel right
All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl when you call, make me feel right
All alone, call my phone

Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
Why you trippin'? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy dudes so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Why you trippin'? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy dudes so bad mind

You said no interest, said you found a better climax
You said he's swagged out, you leave
It's like a shot to the back
Through the nose of a barrel
For you