Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Lizotte
Songwriter
Dexter Brown
Songwriter
Lyrics
You wanna piece of me it's all for free
Get over here and get the smoke and see
Tired of the fake friends ain't shit to me
Caught off my guard by design
You get the gist you missed the point I see
Another mistake, another choice
I know I'm not the one that's made of hate!
But I know your way outta line
Guilty Conscience
Is getting... The best of YOU! Yeah!
Is this what were fighting for
Just to prove it all
For you to end it all
Is this what were dying for
Dig your grave more
No one to fold
You ain't no big shot your ego bleeds
Drag my name ain't thing to me
Yeah I know what's made of me
You'll never see... It's all pleasure inside
You get the gist you missed the point I see
Give me a reason that you owe with no scenes
You're not a friend, just a foe
Vindictive thought process
Filthy feelings
Is washing... YOUR BEST TRAITS! Yeah!
Is this what were fighting for
Just to prove me wrong
For you to end it all
Is this what were dying for
Dig your grave more
No one to fold
Fold
Fold
It's better left unsaid
Well played unsaid
Leave it in your head
You... Are... So... TERRIBLE! TERRIBLE!
YEAH!
Is this what were fighting for
Just to prove me wrong
For you to end it all
Is this what were dying for
Dig your grave more
No one to fold, to fold
Your ignorance is bliss
Written by: Dexter Brown, Jake Lizotte