Mosquito

Itchy ankles in summer
I hate you blood suckers
I can't sleep with you buzzin'
High pitched in my ear drum

Nets work but don't kill you
Bug spray causes cancer
Up to me I would burn you
Miss my hand you a dancer

Big malaria season
Your food is my Zika
West side so it's West Nile
Fuck a cold I got fever

Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God

Way to ruin the picnic
Way to ruin the beach
Way to ruin the party
Shit don't fly with me

Tiny wings big problems
I'm your precious like Gollum
I get it, I'm O type
Got my blood real wanted

You're obsessed, I'm absent
Over it like blankets
Come at me, catch these hands
Buzz once if you got that

Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God

Heard somewhere that you're only alive for seven days
Just a guess that's probably why you try so hard for me
Not my fault you're thirsty as fuck, just fly away
You won't get none of this blood, you won't get none of this blood, it's all for me

Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God
Take my blood I'll fuck you up I'm serious I swear to God



Credits
Writer(s): Marco Bernardis, Adam Peter Beaney, Thomas Peter Ashbrook, Mark Andrew Beaney, Jake Foord, Paul Martin Burton, Alistair Ruddick
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