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Favorite version - KMurdock Music Group
Let me get in the character
Check the breath, check the fit, check the time on the dash
Hide the bags under the eyes with a layer of cash
Or concealer, whatever makes the surface look smoother
I'm the shooter and the target, the winner and the loser
Gotta practice the laugh that you like, high-pitched
Little tilt of the head, never acting like a witch
Or a problem, or a person with a heavy, kind of heavy
Keep it light, keep it bright, yeah, the superstar is ready
Lock the door on the mess that I made in the kitchen
If you saw the real footage, you would change your position
But I give you the trailer, 30 seconds of the grill
And I follow every word like a bitter little pill
Heart beating like a kick drum, boom-bap
Sweat dripping but I play dumb, imagine that
I'm curating the collection for your private view
Scanning everything I do just to see what gets a review
You don't want the raw files, you want the JPEG
You want the girl who never has to beg
Sit still, look pretty, laugh at every single joke
Never cough from the secondhand smoke, yeah
That's your favorite version of me
Polished up until I can't even breathe
Your favorite, your favorite of me
The one who fits inside your pocket, quiet and small
The one who never makes you worry at all
Your favorite version of me
Dinner table and I'm nodding while you talk about your boss
Calculated every movement just to minimize the loss
If I speak my mind, then the fantasy breaks
And I work too hard on the high-gloss face
So I cut the steak, chew slow, swallow it down
Keep the feet underneath the table, smooth out the frown
You say,"You're so chill, you're not like other girls"
While I'm strangling the anger with a necklace of pearls
And this is the part time, 9-to-5 no play
To look in your eye when I act the right way
Heart beating like a kick drum, boom-bap
Panic rising but I play dumb, imagine that
I'm editing the footage in real-time speed
Giving you exactly what you think you need
You don't want the raw files, you want the JPEG
You want the girl who never has to beg
Sit still, look pretty, laugh at every single joke
Never cough from the secondhand smoke, yeah
That's your favorite version of me
Polished up until I can't even breathe
Your favorite, your favorite of me
The one who fits inside your pocket, quiet and small
The one who never makes you worry at all
Your favorite version of me
Crack in the glass, and the whole thing crash
Let me scream right now, would you call me a psycho?
Without the pain off, where would the lights go?
I'm exhausted, I'm heavy, I'm a clutter machine
But you only paid the ticket for the silver screen
You don't want the raw files, you want the JPEG
No, you don't, no, you don't
Sit still, look pretty, laugh at every single joke
Never cough from the secondhand smoke, yeah
That's your favorite, your favorite of me
Polished up until I can't even breathe
Your favorite, your favorite of me
The one who fits inside your pocket, quiet and small
The one who never makes you worry at all
Your favorite version of me
Yeah, she's perfect, isn't she?
Does exactly what she's told
Your favorite version
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