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mom says it “isn’t cute”

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love rap, swing jazz, lo-fi hip hop, dusty boom-bap, airy and breathy, quirky indie-folk texture, low-register rhythmic storytelling rap, melodic high-register head-voice, child-like emotional vibrato, dreamy and vulnerable, creepy voice of kawaii vocals, progressive piano, detuned lullaby, frantic, breathless, ambient phone vibration sound, enka voice, creepy voice of kawaii vocals, high-pitched VOCALOID, stressful, high-speed technical arpeggios, breathless, blood-stained children room atmosphere, stressful, lullaby, children room, night, doom, creepy, creepy voice, high-pitched voice, creepy, doll, blood, atmosphere, heavy autotune, creepy kawaii harmonies, chill, broken sounds, strong spatial stereo and vinyl crackle, creepy voice of kawaii girl vocals, high-pitched, autotune harmonies: cute backing vocals, stereo, love, spooky atmosphere, sad harmonies vibration, sad heavy SFX, sad tone, alternating up and down tones, lazy vocals little girl vocal types: thin and high-pitched, FX

[Verse 1] I cut my jeans too high Mom says it “isn’t cute” I dyed one streak in my hair To match my favorite shoes You text “u up?” at midnight Like that’s some kind of plan I leave you there on read Then screenshot for the group chat [Chorus] Backseat polaroids Laugh ’til we lose our voice Windows down We’re screaming at the moon We’re not your almost Not your half-choice We’re loud girls We make noise Growing up But not too soon Backseat polaroids We’re framing our own truth [Verse 2] I fail at winged eyeliner Still post the blurry pics We sing the wrong words on purpose Just to make it our remix You say you “didn’t mean it” When you made my best friend cry I circle hearts in my notebook Around my own last name this time (oh yeah) [Chorus] Backseat polaroids Laugh ’til we lose our voice Windows down We’re screaming at the moon We’re not your almost Not your half-choice We’re loud girls We make noise Growing up But not too soon Backseat polaroids We’re framing our own truth [Bridge] One day I’ll pack my room Box up this small-town sky Posters peeling off the walls Mascara stains I never hide But right now I’ve got summer And two best friends at my door We’re racing past the curfew You won’t tell us who we’re for (hey!) [Chorus] Backseat polaroids Laugh ’til we lose our voice Windows down We’re screaming at the moon We’re not your almost Not your half-choice We’re loud girls We make noise Growing up But not too soon Backseat polaroids We’re framing our own truth