Listen to Pound of Flesh by Cult

Pound of Flesh

Cult

R&B/Soul

3 Shazams

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Fair
Neil Fair
Songwriter

Lyrics

See, I'm back popping fr So you better off faking ya death fr fr Selling dreams out my back pocket These hoes so needy, they'll gift wrap it On god You couldn't find a way to say it to me in person So you sent that nigga to my house, I hope it was worth it heh I've been tryna kill my ego for a year and a half and it won't die fr You talk to me like you really wanna die fr Do you wanna die fr? You put it on ya grandmas grave and you knew you was lying Who was you tryin? You knew what type time I was on and you played regardless People die for that (Die fr) People kill for that And they don't heal from that Are you so detached? See you wasn't real fr And I wasn't Neil fr You can't get close fr I'm in control fr fr I just pulled one and I ain't even have no jewelry on fr I'm misguided I'm misguided I'm misguided fr I don't really talk to my family like that It's kinda weighing on me I feel like I should I feel like I should pick up the phone more before they're gone from me I made it to a place where no one knows my name Not even you You can't speak it anymore So before the world ends; before it's all over I need I need I need I need I need I need my pound of flesh Why's it taking you so long? Why's it taking me so long? Mhm I don't know... I don't Cause I want Jeremy I don't give a fuck about Jeremy I don't give a fuck about you Jeremy loves me Great I'm so happy that he loves you But what I'm saying to you is My old bitches ask me are there new lyrics penned for them when I don't really care for Them I should love myself a little more Respect myself a little more Cause time is precious Precious like my moon It's sacred Too sacred to waste on you I'm wide eyed You know it I'm three down I'll show it I'm a lover of violence and my feelings I thought you knew Thought you knew Thought you knew Yeah Yeah yeah Uh Bad bitches on payroll They won't move until I say so Some things Some things you gotta see fr Fr Fr Here's your street I'm sorry I did that Baby leave my house cause I can't fantasize About a brand new girl if you're eating up my time Some things Some things you gotta see fr Some things you gotta see fr Honey was it easy to lie? I put my faith inside you Oh my Oh my Oh my Oh my Baby, I'm burning up I think I'm losing blood I think my loins are crushed But I gave you all you want I gave you all you want Some things you had to see fr I just met you And this is crazy But here's my number So, fuck me maybe? Fuck me maybe Uh I'm misguided I'm misguided Fr Fr Fr Fr
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