Текст песни Miley Cyrus - Muddy Feet

Verse 1
I don’t know
Who the hell you think you’re messin’ with
Get the fuck out of my house with that shit
Get the fuck out of my life with that shit
And I don’t know
Who the hell you think you’re messin’ with
Get the fuck out of my house with that shit
Get the fuck out of my life with that shit

Pre-Chorus
And you smell like perfume
That I didn’t purchase
Now I know why you’ve been closing the curtains (Uh-uh)
Get the fuck out of my house

Chorus
You comin’ ’round
With your muddy feet
I’ma ’bout to do something ’bout it
Yeah, I’ma have to do something ’bout it
You keep comin’ ’round
With your muddy feet
And I’ma have to do something ’bout it
Yeah, I’ma ’bout to do something ’bout it

Verse 2
Back and forth
Always questioning my questioning
Get the fuck out of my hеad with that shit
Get the fuck out of my bed with that shit

Pre-Chorus
You’vе watered the weeds and you killed all the roses
Worthy arrives when the other door closes (Uh-uh)
So get the fuck out of my house with that shit

Chorus
You comin’ ’round

(Comin’ ’round, baby)
With your muddy feet
I’ma ’bout to do something ’bout it
Yeah, I’ma have to do something ’bout it
And I don’t know
Who you’re messin’ with
Yeah, I’ma have to do some ’bout it
Yeah, I’ma about to do some ’bout it

Outro: Sia, Miley Cyrus
Woah, oh, oh, oh, mm
Woah, oh, oh, oh, mm
Woah, oh, oh, oh, mm
(You’re comin’ ’round)
Woah, oh, oh, oh, mm
(You’re comin’ ’round, baby)
(What I do, what I do)
Get the fuck out of my house with that shit

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