BARBAROSSA

On the Barbarossa, yah yah
In a Wraith, with 905
On the Barbarossa, I wanna' die, yah yah
On the Barbarossa
In a Wraith, with 905
On the Barbarossa, I wanna' die

I don't wake up, in a Monte Carlo
I woke up in a black Porsche Cayenne
Delilah, yeah, I hate you
'Cause you're always crying
What happened to your smile?
All I heard was sirens
Razor blades, stuck in your hand
Red nights, you got blood in your bath
I know you're gonna die, if you keep that up
And why you got no friends?
It's cause you leave 'em fucked
But you're still in my heart, though you got me fucked up
I'll pick you up at five, in a black drop-top
Barbarossa-Platz, Zülpicher Life
I know it hurt sometimes
But you'll be alright

On the Barbarossa, yah yah
In a Wraith, with 905
On the Barbarossa, I wanna' die, yah yah
On the Barbarossa
In a Wraith, with 905
On the Barbarossa, I wanna' die

On the Barbarossa, yah yah
In a Wraith, with 905
On the Barbarossa, I wanna' die, yah yah
On the Barbarossa
In a Wraith, with 905
On the Barbarossa, I wanna' die



Credits
Writer(s): Nightmre 0x905
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