Lyrics

(Pop, pop, pop, pop) (Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood) (Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop) What is that melody! (Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood) Cover fire I need a rumor You're a school shooter A problematic desire I'm just a gun with the hire Pop your skull and your tires I want your feeling and everything in your fiber Uh, uh, uh, uh And I'm popping bubblegum Yeah, I feel you on my tongue Lick across the clip of my gun Am I, am I in love Or am I off the drugs? Your girl say I fuck like a thug She want kisses over blunts Let the chains hit her face Gunshots feel like a blade Swerve the car, make me race Suicide's a mistake Snipers chill with barretts Push you off of the edge Don't get lost Yeah, you know the cost, yeah I hold my cross, yeah I'm such a loss, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Just cut me off, yeah I've had enough, yeah I'm outta luck, yeah I wanna run, yeah Time is fading away There is no escape I'll run, I'll run I'll run, I'll run I'll run, I'll run I'll run, I'll run I'll run, I'll run I'll run, I'll run Feel the air, feel the tension that lies beneath Hold your tongue, don't cry, just listen to me You know my touch and you want it so vigorously Your hips don't lie, come inside and follow my lead Yeah, you work it Girl, you work it Now you're burnin' I see the urges Say you work it Girl, you work it Now you're burnin'
Writer(s): Hypnos Wilks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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