COLD GRAPES

(Chorus)
I brought you some cold grapes
It’s sunday afternoon
I know why you think I'm so lame
I can’t be mad at you
I heard you like 'em seedless
And you know I like em cold, 'cause of the heatwave baby, baby

(Verse 1)
I brought you some cold grapes
Like a broken keyboard, I have no space
I'm sittin' on a bench out in spain, got my sandals and grapes
I feel wonderful
"Oh, he really childish"
I’m sad, bye
No Billie Eilish, I’m the bad guy
I’m feelin my drip, I am mad fly
No meals in my whip and they ask why, that’s fine

(Chorus)
I brought you some cold grapes
It’s sunday afternoon
I know why you think I'm so lame
I can’t be mad at you
I heard you like 'em seedless
And you know I like em cold, 'cause of the heatwave baby, baby

(Verse 2)
Might pull up to say (hiiii), after that I’m bouncin'
Bag of cold grapes, yes, that would be astounding
He got an ugly bustdown, he spent a couple thousand
My drip like Elon Musk's son, 'cause you can’t pronounce it
Oh she left?
Hold up, let me find her
Lonely friends show up and get kinder
All these thoughts layed down in D minor
If she calls me, Imma decline her

(Chorus)
I brought you some cold grapes
It’s sunday afternoon
I know why you think I'm so lame
I can’t be mad at you
I heard you like 'em seedless
And you know I like em cold, 'cause of the heatwave baby, baby

[Guitar solo]

(Chorus)
I brought you some cold grapes
It’s sunday afternoon
I know why you think I'm so lame
I can’t be mad at you
I heard you like 'em seedless
And you know I like em cold, 'cause of the heatwave baby, baby