Lyrics

Police tape, don't cross the line It looks like there's been a crime And ooh, it's your favorite type Attempted murder of my mind Can't even have a conversation Without you breaking character Yeah, you going Jason, two-faced It'll be a cold day in whatever Hell you came from Before I let you get inside my brain and Get in line, get in line In line, line, line, line You were not the first to try Better luck next time Body bag Thought you could put me in a body bag You tried your best, but it was never gonna last You know me, I'm always coming back You can keep your body bag Your body, body Haha, did you miss me, bitch? Did you reminisce signing my death certificate? You almost got away with it But the reaper snitched, now you got to admit to Your crimes, your lies So slick, so sly, yeah Why you gotta be that guy? Like We could've been so tight, yeah (yeah) But you just had to decide to Get in line, get in line In line, line, line, line You are not the first to try Better luck next time Body bag Thought you could put me in a body bag You tried your best, but it was never gonna last You know me, I'm always coming back You can keep your body bag Your body, body Bag, ba-a-a-a-ag Body, body bag, ba-a-a-a-ag Body Murder in the first degree Sucks that you didn't succeed Lock you up and toss the key Welcome to living dead to me Murder in the first degree Sucks that you didn't succeed Lock you up and toss the key Welcome to living dead to me Dead to me, dead to me, dead to me, dead to me Body bag Thought you could put me in a body bag You tried your best, but it was never gonna last You know me, I'm always coming back (always coming back) You can keep your body bag Your body, body Bag (haha), ba-a-a-a-ag Body, body bag (haha), ba-a-a-a-ag Body, body
Writer(s): David Andrew Spencer, Caitlin Powell, Sidney Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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