death note

she said i’m an asshole

baby i don’t mean to be like that

jus put your dress on

and help me sign these autographs

you’ll get the last one

she don’t like to answer texts no

never sent a XO

and i’m writing love letters

but i wish it was a death note

like maybe it won’t be like that

if you weren’t such a mess oh

fuck me like a mess oh

nothing like the rest oh

she don’t answer texts no

never sent a XO

and i’m writing love letters

but i wish it was a death note

i wish it was a death note

i wish it was a death note

she getting out of breath tho

i’ll be on my last line

you can sing the last note

she don’t like designer

all her exes wore them messy clothes

imma wipe his nose

he ain even gotta catch a cold

i stay with a pole

wonder why his bitch stay really close

i don’t fuck with silly hoes

imma make a milly hoe

it’s a paradox i told her she’s so cynical

it’s fictional

break me up and spit me out

my injuries are clinical

take your love for me

and throw it in the wishing well

write another death note

next day i flip reciprocal

kinda bipolar

all my thots still in the picture tho

they each love a different side of me

all on a different coast

red face paint

it’s ain face paint

bloody red tech

to his neck

that’s the same thing