Nails

Ice in my chest, inside I’m sub-zero.

I send him a text and he says I’m his hero.

Smile on my face, but there’s nothing that funny.

Drip on my nails and they’re costing me money.

I don’t need to tell you when I’m not that sorry.

Sure, I’ll go plastic if my nails look like Barbie’s.

Tip my hat off to ‘em, so long, farewell.

There are no hard feelings, goodbye, be well.

Crown on my head, and he says I’m his Empress.

Try really hard, I am hard to impress.

So cold on my trails, but I’m going places.

Gold in my nails, they are golden traces.

Don’t care if I’ve a heart beat, not even if I’m starving.

As long as I’ve a set that makes me feel like Cardi.

I’m blowing ‘em a kiss, until next, ciao.

I’m ripping him apart from the inside out.

I trim them way down, the flood’s under my tales

Tried to rinse it out, but the blood’s under my nails.