Cake Juice Wrld Lyrics の小説・ストーリー

Having nothing better to do. It's early Saturday afternoon and yeah so what if I wanted to drown my feels abit ? "They holler at me but it's you. You, this ain't high school. Me and my crew, we can slide through, give it to you whenever you want. Whip it whenever you want" Roxy and Lexi scream at the top of their lungs as we sing loudly to Niki Minaj blasting through the surround sound system. Shaking our ass, dancing like strippers. "Baby, it's yours! Anywhere, everywhere. Baby it's your world, ain't it? (Alright). Baby it's your w-"

The world moves on, another day another drama, drama But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours But I got smarter I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time) Honey, I rose up from the dead I do it all the time (I do it all the time) I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

Far from the eating customers. "The next song is for the fuckers who lied to their exes." Mourge harshly said making Peach and the other customers laughs. "In short. This song is for our madafaka exes! Cheers!" Oh, Mourge. She even have the nerve to have a shot before singin. All of the owners! Even her cousin. "Is my cousin broke?" Peach asks herself. "I'm done hating myself for feeling I'm done crying myself away I've gotta leave and start the healing

Iris opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly, a familiar melody drifted through the orphanage hall. It was Only You. Her pupils shrank, and her heart skipped several beats. The sound felt like it came from a distant world, yet it cut clearly into her ears.

They are always beautiful to me. Cassie says “Tell me about it! We took dance class together for 3 years, they are an expert at quick changes!” I don’t know the song that Nova is performing to right now but damn is it perfect. Cade knows me well and notices my expression. “Oh, hon! It’s ‘Cake Pops!’ by Toddrick Hall. I wouldn’t expect you to know it, but it sure is a perfect song for Nova!” “God! I’m dying over here! Now everyone will be talking about their perfect ass, but I want that booty back!” I glare at Candy who is playing demure.

“Baby, you light up my world like nobody else The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful If only you saw what I can see You'll understand why I want you so desperately Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh That's what makes you beautiful,” As I sang the last chorus I dip two slices of the homemade bread that I baked earlier this morning and cut two thin slices off the loaf.

"Just some sparkling juice. Most alcohol here is very unhealthy and trust me, I wouldn't want that for you. Besides, you look like you wouldn't be able to handle it. This juice is sweet, cold and above all very harmless. I wouldn't hand a beautiful girl like you poison. You can trust me on that." Beautiful. The word landed too easily in my chest. No one had ever called me that. The word warmed my heart against my will. "I shouldn't.." I murmured, hesitating for a second. His eyes softened , and he leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "Sometimes, the world is too heavy. A little sweetness doesn't hurt it, does it?" I bit my lips, glancing around the club. At the people th

Jayda easily took the shares that should have been mine, while Corey held her in his arms. Maybe, if I had signed the document that night, if I had... Maybe by now, we'd have kids, living happily ever after, and today would never have happened. But I guess, in the end, I had misplaced my trust. I shook my head to let go of those illusions and nodded at Corey. "Fine." There was no grief so great as despair. At that moment, I was completely disillusioned, and my love for him faded away like smoke.

My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!" She looked startled for a second, then feigned innocence, using her most manipulative tone: "Jane, what nonsense are you talking about? Please don’t misunderstand." "I was just talking about the World Cup tickets, I didn’t mean anything else." I emphasized every syllable, reiterating: "I am just here for the pillow!" Her expression was intriguing. Suddenly, as if remembering something: "I know where it is. Follow me." I followed her into the third room. The room was set up as a luxurious cat sanctuary.