SOUR GRAPE

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Keep on with this attitude, my hands are clean, it's on you.

Bitter to taste, the sound of her name, everything I hate.

You can't get your way, so you wither away as the rumors say.

Decluttering has never felt easier, nothing 'bout you brings me joy. Burning off traumas of you, mute all of the tunes where you play me like a toy.

Sour, sour grape. Sour, sour. Sour, sour grape.

Keep on with this attitude, my hands are clean, it's on you.

Egotistic, cold, dramatic, everything you do is a shame.

What a waste of that pretty face, that's all you are, I'm not to blame.

You've been tossing me around, faking everything you felt, tryna bring me down.

You threw away your chance, I ain't got no compassion, I won't be tempted by the sound. Sour, sour grape. Sour, sour.

Sour, sour grape. Keep on with this attitude, my hands are clean, it's on you.

Sour, sour grape. Sour, sour. Sour, sour grape.

Keep on with this attitude, my hands are clean, it's on you. Sour, sour grape.

Sour, sour. Sour, sour grape.

Keep on with this attitude, my hands are clean, it's on you. Talk that shit, but you ain't got no evidence.

You're obsessive, it's stinky and it's obvious.

Run that mouth, the truth be catching up to ya.

Hold that thought, you know we can't be bought. Talk that shit, but you ain't got no evidence.

You're obsessive, it's stinky and it's obvious.

Run that mouth, the truth be catching up to ya. Hold that thought.

Baby, I really don't give a fuck.