Checkered Vans Lyrics by Mckenna Grace is a newly released English song produced by Lowell & Hrag Sanbalian. The latest song Checkered Vans lyrics are written by Mckenna Grace, Lowell & Hrag Sanbalian. The song was published on 10th February 2023.
Checkered Vans Song Details:
| Song: | Checkered Vans |
| Singer(s): | Mckenna Grace |
| Produced by: | Lowell & Hrag Sanbalian |
| Written by: | Mckenna Grace, Lowell & Hrag Sanbalian |
| Label(©): | Mckenna Grace |
Checkered Vans Lyrics
Chew me up then spit me out
Then leave me lyin’ on the ground
A low blow even for you
Paranoid, you’re in my head
You’re in my blood and when I’m dead
You’ll probably dig my grave up too
My stupid heart was in your hands
You used me like your cigarettes
Then you stomped me
Out in your checkered Vans
Damn, what the hell happened?
I’d say I should’ve known
I should’ve known better
That you’re a back stabber
But how could I have known
Behind your grey coat your
Words were made of daggers
And cherry lip smackers, smackers
I’m just gonna hold my breathe
‘Cause all you do is make me sick
You even ruined air for me
You ruined parking lots and movie snacks
And photo booths, imagine that
I guess no more souvenirs from parties
My stupid heart was in your hands
You used me like your cigarettes
Then you stomped me
Out in your checkered Vans
Damn, what the hell happened?
I’d say I should’ve known
I should’ve known better
That you’re a back stabber
But how could I have known
Behind your grey coat your
Words were made of daggers
And cherry lip smackers, smackers
I swear you exist just to spite me
I’m your cigarette so gaslight me
In your checkered Vans straight out the 90s
Really put me out, really put me out, put me
I swear you exist just to spite me
I’m your cigarette so gaslight me
In your checkered Vans straight out the 90s
Really put me out, really put me out, put me
My stupid heart was in your hands
You used me like your cigarettes
Then you stomped me
Out in your checkered Vans
Damn, what the hell happened?
I’d say I should’ve known,
I should’ve known better
That you’re a back stabber
But how could I have known
Behind your grey coat your
Words were made of daggers
And cherry lip smackers