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Glitter on My Notes lyrics
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Intro
Six-thirty alarm, glitter on the pillow Six-forty-five coffee, Wednesday won't follow
Verse 1
Seven forty-three, BCC parking lot Eyeliner from Tuesday, hoodie from a top Professor say my name like a price tag drop Calls me "Mar-EYE-a," I just nod and let it stop Glitter in the textbook, page two-oh-four Cuervo on the highlighter, I memorize four laws Phone buzz, VIP, "Friday, table for eight" Bio quiz at noon, gotta pick one of these fates Mom call, ask if I ate, I say "yeah, I ate" But it's gum and an espresso, Publix at the gate
Pre-chorus
Sun ain't sorry, neither is the room Neither is the boy with the bottle in his tomb Neither am I, baby, neither am I I'm both, I'm both till the morning gets by
Chorus
Glitter on my notes, baby, glitter on my notes Seven forty-three, my hair still tastes like smoke Two AM the parade, eight AM the page Two names on the paycheck, neither one's my real age Glitter on my notes
Verse 2
Eleven o'clock, MAC on, glitter in the part Brickell after dark, table eight, bottle cart Forty-two-hundred minimum, walking with the spark Sparklers in Belaire, faces in the dark Boy at the table say I'm "different," I just smile Mentally I'm doing chem, balance the moles a while Forty-eight on the tip, slid in my lip gloss tube Cash for the Pell Grant gap that the FAFSA screwed Bartender Yari say "you good?" I say "B-minus on me" She say "girl, I been there," pour Don Julio free Sun come up on the causeway, mascara halfway Group chat asking "brunch?" Got a class, can't stay
Pre-chorus
Sun ain't sorry, neither is the room Neither is the boy with the bottle in his tomb Neither am I, baby, neither am I I'm both, I'm both till the morning gets by
Chorus
Glitter on my notes, baby, glitter on my notes Seven forty-three, my hair still tastes like smoke Two AM the parade, eight AM the page Two names on the paycheck, neither one's my real age Glitter on my notes
Verse 3
Andre from section three want me out every night Say he like me "low-key," but he like me in the light Final for organic Thursday, eight-to-ten AM Booking that same Wednesday, six K plus the tip He say "skip it, baby, I'll make it up to you" I say "Andre, can't make up what a transcript can do" Saturday I'm crying in a study room with a pen Highlighter shaking, Red Bull number ten
Bridge
I picked the exam I picked the exam Lost six thousand and the boy in the same hand Walked out with a C-plus and a quarter in my pocket Mom didn't ask, I didn't tell, I just locked it But the diploma's getting closer Even when the rent is not Even when the boy is not Even when the sleep is not
Verse 4
Still on the floor Friday, Cuervo in the cooler Still in BIO Monday, glitter on the ruler Ain't ashamed of the shift, ain't ashamed of the school Ain't ashamed of the shoes, ain't ashamed of the rule Two AM the parade, eight AM the page Mar-EYE-a, Mar-EE-a, both of 'em the wave Both of 'em paying, both of 'em the drive Both of 'em mine, baby, both of 'em alive
Chorus
Glitter on my notes, baby, glitter on my notes Seven forty-three, my hair still tastes like smoke Two AM the parade, eight AM the page Two names on the paycheck, both of 'em I made Glitter on my notes Glitter on my notes
Inside the recording
Six-thirty alarm, glitter on the pillow Six-forty-five coffee, Wednesday won't follow
Sun ain't sorry, neither is the room Neither is the boy with the bottle in his tomb
Glitter on my notes, baby, glitter on my notes Seven forty-three, my hair still tastes like smoke
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