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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brennan Savage
Brennan Savage
Songwriter
Jazz Butler
Jazz Butler
Songwriter
John McLean
John McLean
Songwriter
Andre Esparza
Andre Esparza
Songwriter

歌詞

Op-op-open-open in my eyes, they calling my phone
More bad news, I can't take it anymore
Heard they found my cousin dead, face on a floor
It wasn't his fault, why was he all on his o-o-own
Lookin' in a mirror, I think that I'm next
Not to be dark, but that's what's in my head
I don't wanna fall asleep, after I lock the door
Just in case they need to find me, when I hit the floor
Baby, I'm fighting for you, I hope you fighting for me
I got a couple of brothers, but I got way more enemies (way, way, way more)
I felt in love with her soul, and she felt in love with my energy
She asks if I'm feelin' the chemistry, I think only matter what's destiny (destiny)
Other white girl Penelope
Make a whip move fast like amphetamines (round)
Make a bitch fall in love, cause of jealosy
And my diamonds dancin', Billy Jean
How many Iacks can I fit in the coat? (How many?)
How many fans I can fit at the show?
Love when in rains, I can turn it to snow
I took a molly and she did some-
I just hopped in a race car
I get it with my face card
You in a lobby and I'm on a roof
You in a uh- I'm in a coupe
You going a hunnid, and I'm doing two
You ain't no me and I'm not you
How many racks can I fit in my jeans
I just hold one its a bean
Everything that I was seeing, it's all make belive
Sh-she felt in love with the Vamp
Sippin' on blood got me stuck in a trance
I don't even know who I am
If I die tonight I will haunt you all the time
Tried to close my eyes, but I took too many lines
Spoke to the devil he said I'm a deamon
Spoke to the devil he said I'm a deamon
But we pulled up in a Demon
I got behind my best friend
Don't give a fuck about the fame it don't mean shit (mean shit)
I wish I died instead of you (died instead of you)
My drugs white, my hunnids blue
Open in my eyes, they calling my phone
More bad news, I can't take it anymore
Heard they found my cousin dead, face on a floor
It wasn't his fault, why was he all on his o-o-own
Lookin' in a mirror, I think that I'm next
Not to be dark, but that's what's in my head
I don't wanna fall asleep, after I lock the door
Just in case they need to find me, when I hit the floor
Written by: Andre Esparza, Brennan Savage, Jazz Butler, John McLean
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