Need You Dead
I need you dead
To get you out my head
Dead
I need you dead
Floating on the river
That you built for me
No deceiving
Please don't leave me boy
Don't do that to me
Had a million fucking options
But I settled with D
But the me and you I got
Not really you and me...
Had a vision from a psychic
Said the craziest thing
"If you two don't break it off, one will die slowly"
Started laughing cause its true
We might be history
But for you imma stay through all the misery
To get you out my head
Now I need you Dead
To get you out my head
Imma need you dead
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Keep two Glocks up on our hips
Every time I see you spray the clip
Right at yo temp
Like "Oh you must think I'm joking"
"I must look like Joe Rogan"
The way you think you funny bring the beast
Out like I'm Logan
Do I mean Wolverine?
Man wtf you think
Part 3000 of why we can't settle down
And cop the rings
Be the Bonnie to my Clyde
Matching coffins and cuff links
Stiletto's in yo coffin from yo trashy
Sneaky links
To get you out my head
Now I need you dead
To get you out my head
Imma need you dead
Laughing on your death day
Cause you think that I forgot
Partying and going out fucking with
L.A. thots
Yea you thought that shit was sweet
But shit was not
Maybe you without me
Will give my brain some good thoughts
To get you out my head
Now I need you dead
To get you out my head
Imma need you dead
To get you out my head
Now I need you dead
To get you out my head
Imma need you dead
To get you out my head
Dead
I need you dead
Floating on the river
That you built for me
No deceiving
Please don't leave me boy
Don't do that to me
Had a million fucking options
But I settled with D
But the me and you I got
Not really you and me...
Had a vision from a psychic
Said the craziest thing
"If you two don't break it off, one will die slowly"
Started laughing cause its true
We might be history
But for you imma stay through all the misery
To get you out my head
Now I need you Dead
To get you out my head
Imma need you dead
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Keep two Glocks up on our hips
Every time I see you spray the clip
Right at yo temp
Like "Oh you must think I'm joking"
"I must look like Joe Rogan"
The way you think you funny bring the beast
Out like I'm Logan
Do I mean Wolverine?
Man wtf you think
Part 3000 of why we can't settle down
And cop the rings
Be the Bonnie to my Clyde
Matching coffins and cuff links
Stiletto's in yo coffin from yo trashy
Sneaky links
To get you out my head
Now I need you dead
To get you out my head
Imma need you dead
Laughing on your death day
Cause you think that I forgot
Partying and going out fucking with
L.A. thots
Yea you thought that shit was sweet
But shit was not
Maybe you without me
Will give my brain some good thoughts
To get you out my head
Now I need you dead
To get you out my head
Imma need you dead
To get you out my head
Now I need you dead
To get you out my head
Imma need you dead
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Writer(s): Kenneth Copeland
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