100 slits right on her wrist
Cause that bitch don’t give a fuck
I would catch a body just to watch her cut it up
I could give my all but she’d never give me trust
I’d let her take my card just to watch her run it up
Gotta keep the pace, be quicker to adjust
Drowning in some liquor, top 40 on the subs
Passed me to her homegirl when we was in the club
While I was seeing double and inhaling angel dust
I said fever fever fever
It's not fun when you the bleeder
Chasing all these demons
Always weaker when you sinning
I would let you cut my tongue just so I could get you grinning
Satan said he wants to see me
But he called when I was sleeping
She said they call her angel
But that bitch a fuckin demon
Got a taste of my own medicine for like no fuckin reason
I don’t know your trauma I could tell it’s deep seated
Had me straight convinced that I was something that you needed
It's the coldest motha fuckas that are quickest to get heated
Use me as a vessel so I could help you feed it
Eating Moonshine cherries, music blasting while she speeding
Ion got a heart, but here’s the rest of all its pieces
I got blood on my hands but she’s the one that made the killing
I don’t ask for much but I know that God’s willing
Cup filled to the brim, why am I the one that’s spilling
Bottom of the barrel that ya whiskey was distilled in
I don’t want no type of shit you gotta question you just feel it
Shots of espolon better make sure that you chill it
Gotta put the bottle down, I’m seeing triple man I’m tripping, man I’m tripping
I’m fucking tripping
Been a while since I faced the tile head pressed on the floor
Waving red flags, too pretty to ignore
And she so damn bad she could sway the whole court
Got me swearing under oath that they lied on the report
Taking 10 shots of Henny back to back like its for sport
I got 10s on 10s on 10s all across the fuckin board
If looks could kill, they’d be too dangerous to afford
Red leather seats, pressing the pedal through the floor
999 blasted on her neck cause shawty got the juice and she left me so upset
Little voices in my head said that bitch gon leave you dead
Overanalyzing shit that I never should’ve said
I said fever fever fever
It’s not fun when you’re the bleeder
Chasing all these demons
Always weaker when you sinning
I would let you cut my tongue just so I could get you grinning
Satan said he wants to see me
But he called when I was sleeping
She said they call her angel
But that bitch a fuckin demon
Got a taste of my own medicine for like no fuckin reason
I don’t know your trauma I could tell it’s deep seated
I convinced myself that I was something that you needed, nah
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