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Dead to Me
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terror Reid
Terror Reid
Performer
Getter
Getter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tanner Petulla
Tanner Petulla
Songwriter

Songteksten

(Uh) (Just take yo' time) (Take this at hand) (Yuh) (Separated f...) (It's Reid) (Uh) Uh Are you still there? Can you hear me? Is this everything you thought that it would be? Or was it all just a game? Don't lie I'm seein' signs of cold lies in ya eyes You need a new car? You need a Louie bag? (Uh) Stop crying baby girl, why you doin' that? (Uh) And if I had one wish, it'd be this Our very own planet with a bed n' some Netflix I need a new fix, don't need a new bitch (yea) Hope is gone, none of this ever meant shit And now my lips stay tremblin' I knew I should've called that ambulance 'Cause now you're gone (uh) And he's gone too (uh) Baby just look what you made me do I didn't wanna do it but I told you that I would And now you both dead in the woods (now- now-) Now I'm lyin' in a bathtub (uh) Eyes wet, nose bloody Tryna find a way to make it all sound funny But I can't separate my feelings like a man Like yo' man Try to understand the death at hand Con- Con- Contemplatin' on a ledge, tryin' to take the edge off Wonderin' when you gonna take that mask off I'll back off and run away Try to head the other way Won't you stay? Never mind (uh) I know you'll find me, baby, take yo' time (just take yo-) I focus on your diamond eyes I wish I had the time to cry (yuh) But my mind is full and my heart so empty Ever since the day that you left me And that shit's still burnin' in my brain (yeah) I try to fight it but became friends with the pain (uh) So fuck yo' man and fuck you, you can't have 'em Matter fact, let me grab my Magnum Drivin' too fast now Too drunk, 'bout to pass out Got the window down to flick my ash out Pull up to the crib, real shit Doors locked, find a window, cave it in, this is it Fo- Four in the morning is when it all happened (yeah) Found you both sleepin', you were wearin' his jacket Sweaty hands on the .45 (uh) You died with the same dead look in your eyes Now I'm lyin' in a bathtub (uh) Eyes wet, nose bloody Tryna find a way to make it all sound funny But I can't separate my feelings like a man Like yo' man Try to understand the death at hand Con- Con- Contemplatin' on a ledge Tryin' to take the edge off Wonderin' when you gonna take that mask off I'll back off and run away Try to head the other way Won't you stay? Never mind (uh) I know you'll find me, baby, take yo' time (just take yo' time)
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