Слова
[Verse 1]
Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
[Verse 2]
I'm a coat of fists, dead and heartened spiders
Like two mangled crowns
Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes
Folks said I look like death
Lived in the hotel of my eyes
Lives wide open like a whore
Painted spit from the Earth between her thighs
[Verse 3]
Keep your halos tight
I'm your god or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
'Cause now, Cupid carries a gun
Now, now, Cupid, Cupid carries a gun
[Verse 4]
Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
[Verse 5]
She had those crow black eyes
Starless but she fucks like a comet
Laid as still as a Bible and
It felt like revelations when I looked inside
[Verse 6]
Keep your halos tight
I'm your god or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
[Verse 7]
Keep your halos tight
I'm your god or your guardian
Keep your halos tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Because now, Cupid carries a gun
Now, now, Cupid, Cupid carries a gun
[Verse 8]
Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Pound me the witch drums
Written by: Tyler Bates
