onnalow - FROOT Lyrics

Paint me a prize, I'll put you on your neck That's something you'll regret
Pretty flowers, tulips Garden if you split my legs
Don't pick, don't pick
Ugh
I'm not fit for emotional abuse
You've got mommy issues
Don't put me in a box

Precious fruit, fresh crops
Can't blossom just stop, stop
Call it generational curse
These men are the f*cking worst
They put us in a hearse Take from us, make us bleed
Love to deceive Blame Adam, not Eve

Forced to conceive BPD have to grieve
Let's perceive differently Take back our power
The men we devour 3am it's the hour
Let the beast feast

Yes, I'm angry I'm not fit to be your ideal woman
You see fakes behind a screen
Just wanna be free You hold me in a box
Throw away the lock Why can't you stop treating me like a prop

Know my worth, I'll do you worse
Oh
Get it through your mind I'm fine leaving you
It's all you f*cking do
Rotting all my precious fruit

Making me turn poison
Tell me who you're testing
Don't make me teach the lesson
Class is in session
Time for your reflection

Learn your place in my garden
Don't let my fruit soften
I'm planting for perfection
My fruit needs protection

Picking with aggression
Anger me, you better pray
So beg me, say pretty please
I'll laugh while you worship me

Stare into my siren eyes
I see through your lies
You're a fool to even try
Know I'm having my way

It's your choice, leave or stay
All I'm trying to say
You'll act accordingly
Or I'll make you pay

You'll regret the day you test me
I do it better than you
Precious fruit
Precious fruit

Precious fruit
Precious fruit
Precious
Precious fruit

Precious fruit
Precious fruit