Voda Fuji – Mismatch Lyrics

Mismatch Lyrics by Voda Fuji

Ooh-ooh, ooh

Baby, that’s a minor problem, you should fix that (Ooh-ooh)
Swervin’ your daddy’s Bentley, gettin’ whiplash (Ooh-ooh)
Tellin’ me to hop in, I don’t know if I should risk that (Ooh-ooh)
More and more, we’re startin’ to feel like a mismatch

Yeah, okay, like (Mm)
Just tell me what you wanna hear from the kid
You hangin’ out with losers who might as well be sellin’ mids
How you gon’ hang out with your bestie, then tell me she’s a B!tch?
You actin’ faker than them pretty little rocks on your wrist (Yeah)
Okay, you’re back in the section (Yeah)
Abusing anti-depressants (Yeah)
You think it’s not worth the mention (Yeah)
Think you need help (Yeah), you forget it
I think you need to get control again
‘Cause I can’t play the same old role again (Yeah)

Baby, that’s a minor problem, you should fix that
Swervin’ your daddy’s Bentley, gettin’ whiplash
Tellin’ me to hop in, I don’t know if I should risk that
More and more, we’re startin’ to feel like a mismatch
Baby, that’s a minor problem, you should fix that (Ooh-ooh)
Swervin’ your daddy’s Bentley, gettin’ whiplash (Ooh-ooh)
Tellin’ me to hop in, I don’t know if I should risk that (Ooh-ooh)
More and more, we’re startin’ to feel like a mismatch

Yeah, gone by Friday but I’m back next week
Your boyfriend said he wants me R.I.P
Put four-leaf clovers in the wood, what is unlucky? I don’t know
I’ma puff it ’til my eyes can’t sleep
Sometimes, you think that you’re above us
Baby, we all bleed (All bleed)
Think you need some ground and let’s take a trip back to the three
I won’t ever ask for much, baby, all I need
Is another night with you and some gas or lean (Yeah)

I don’t wanna talk about it
I don’t figure it out
(Yeah)

Baby, that’s a minor problem, you should fix that
Swervin’ your daddy’s Bentley, gettin’ whiplash
Tellin’ me to hop in, I don’t know if I should risk that
More and more, we’re startin’ to feel like a mismatch
Baby, that’s a minor problem, you should fix that (Ooh-ooh)
Swervin’ your daddy’s Bentley, gettin’ whiplash (Ooh-ooh)
Tellin’ me to hop in, I don’t know if I should risk that (Ooh-ooh)
More and more, we’re startin’ to feel like a mismatch