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Fuck Can you run me from the top? I was distracted (I wanna die, wanna die, wanna die) Bitch! Fucked up, wanna die Fill me with formaldehyde Sharp tongue, sharper knife Drown you out with cyanide I need that autopsy, toxicology Cause of death 'cause you shit talking me Push you off my rooftop As I make a wish while your body drop I'm in love with your bright red blood On the concrete floor like a persian rug Eyes roll back while I cut your tongue Should've known I'm the wrong one Call an ambulance, bring a body bag (yeah) Been a homicide (what?) Where the witnesses? An emergency, I don't mean to laugh Had it coming though, where the sirens at? Call an ambulance (yeah), bring a body bag (where?) Been a homicide (where?) Lotta witnesses (where?) An emergency, I don't mean to laugh Had it coming though, where the sirens at? I'm a lay a bitch down, 'cause you got to me I don't get even, bitch I get felonies Look at feed if you wanna feel jealousy You ain't doing shit right if you ain't got enemies (damn) A bitch with a look so easy, all y'all thought you could keep up Y'all shit sound tired man, sound like you need to sleep up I'm in love with your bright red blood On the concrete floor like a Persian rug Eyes roll back while I cut your tongue Should've known I'm the wrong one Call an ambulance, bring a body bag (yeah) Been a homicide (what?) Where the witnesses? An emergency, I don't mean to laugh Had it coming though, where the sirens at? Call an ambulance (yeah), bring a body bag (where?) Been a homicide (where?) Lotta witnesses (where?) An emergency, I don't mean to laugh Had it coming though, where the sirens at?
Writer(s): David Wilson, Jonathan Bach, Sarah Lee, Andrew Decaro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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