Celebrity

You're living life being let down
Stuck in a ghost town
Crooked teeth to the tomb
Like a match to a pyro
A next level pyscho
Getting high off the fumes

I think it's safe its safe to assume
The blood pouring out from the wound
Inflicted by you
Can't even tell em' to move
A million bodies are cold in the room

Celebrity's dead
And we're not your friends
If you come for my throat
I'll be coming for blood

Celebrity's dead
And we're not your friends
If you come for my throat
I'll be coming for blood

It's not the words that you say
Its the way that you say it
Couldn't fall for the ruse

So while you're singing the sorrow
Return what you borrowed
And leave it up to the youth

I think it's safe its safe to assume
The blood pouring out from the wound
Inflicted by you
Can't even tell em' to move
A million hearts are about to explode

Celebrity's dead
And we're not your friends
If you come for my throat
I'll be coming for blood

Celebrity's dead
And we're not your friends
If you come for my throat
I'll be coming for blood

Heathens calling to the streets
Watch them fall before my feet
Repeat repeat
Now can you motherfuckers feel me

Part this shit from side to side
Make you feel alive when you collide

Repeat repeat

Now can you motherfuckers feel me
Can you motherfuckers feel me
Where you at?
Where you at?
Can you motherfuckers feel me
Part this shit from side to side
Make you come alive when you collide
Repeat Repeat
Now can you motherfuckers feel me
Celebrity's dead
And we're not your friends
If you come for my throat
I'll be coming for blood

Celebrity's dead
And we're not your friends
If you come for my throat
I'll be coming for blood

Celebrity's dead
And we're not your friends
If you come for my throat
I'll be coming for blood



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Skaggs, Trevor Tatro, Hernandez Hiram Patrick Jr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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