Lyrics

Torture my body, split open my veins Bad little shawty, but it don't feel the same, yeah Scripture in coke and I'm sniffing your name, yeah Guess this is Hell, I won't repent shit Overdependence, nothin' but remnants My motherfucking brain is so obsessive Torture my body, split open my veins Blood on the ceiling, my soul in a cage Black nails, paint them if I wanna (wanna) Getting top from a supermodel New bitch, skip all of the drama (drama) Never chase the bag, follow the commas Ooh, baby, hundred for the bottle You could chase the bennies, but the pennies are the problem Keep emotions bottled Quit telling me to hurry and drop the album (Hurry and drop the album) Torture my body, split open my veins Bad little shawty, but it don't feel the same, yeah Scripture in coke and I'm sniffing your name, yeah Guess this is Hell, I won't repent shit Overdependence, nothin' but remnants My motherfucking brain is so obsessive Torture my body, split open my veins Blood on the ceiling, my soul in a cage Know I'm fucking up, but is this the way it should be? Somebody awake me 'cause night's the new morning No motivations, I don't wanna sleep at night Can I ask you one thing? Is it weird that I wanna call you back? Can you see that I'm doing really trash? Can you see that I miss you really bad? Hate to admit it, but I think I'm obsessed Torture my body, split open my veins Bad little shawty, but it don't feel the same, yeah Scripture in coke and I'm sniffing your name, yeah Guess this is Hell, I won't repent shit Overdependence, nothin' but remnants My motherfucking brain is so obsessive Torture my body, split open my veins Blood on the ceiling, my soul in a cage
Writer(s): Richard Doetsch, Michael Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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