Lyrics

I got 2 days to get my shit straight You call it love well I would call it mistake My heart don't fear the things that kill me My legs run over to the ticking grenade I failed my senses and my senses failed me You fled your fate because your sensitivities I'm way too old to bleed And I'm way too cold to ever (wait) I got 2 middle fingers for the first of the month I got 3 grams of something I'm about to roll up I got 4 to the floor just to pedal the thump And I got 5 yea they with me ready for me to jump I got 2 middle fingers for the first of the month I got 3 grams of something I'm about to roll up I got 4 to the floor just to pedal the pump And I got 5 by my side for the war Yea you know that I'm a what? (uh) Killer, killer, killer yea Killer, killer, killer yea Killer, killer, killer yea Killer baby don't you know Killer, killer, killer yea Killer, killer, killer yea Killer, killer, killer yea Killer baby don't you know I got 2 days to get my shit straight You call it love well I would call it mistake Your guilty conscious heavy weighing on your brain My sins don't phase me I'm ok who I became I failed my baby and my baby no less I fell from grace because it wasn't worth the stress I sold my soul for cheap I'm way too cold to ever (wait) I got 2 middle fingers for the first of the month I got 3 grams of something I'm about to roll up I got 4 to the floor just to pedal the thump And I got 5 yea they with me ready for me to jump I got 2 middle fingers for the first of the month I got 3 grams of something I'm about to roll up I got 4 to the floor just to pedal the pump And I got 5 by my side for the war Yea you know that I'm a what? (uh) Killer, killer, killer yea Killer, killer, killer yea Killer, killer, killer yea Killer baby don't you know Killer, killer, killer yea Killer, killer, killer yea Killer, killer, killer yea Killer baby don't you know
Writer(s): Thomas Stratford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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