deathstar
(Can we make love in London?)
I put tear drops tear drops in my liquor
I get so high, I can't get up
Emo lil' bitch wanna get fucked
That's just the homegirl, a sister
If it don't work with my bitch Imma miss her
I want a Benz and a Fisker
I hate being sober get jitters
I'm making moves and your pissed off
She got fake pills that's a rip off
Imma go ball like the Red Socks
Sad boy but I'm really a rockstar
Told mama I'll blow like the Deathstar
Throw me in the grave where the best are
I broke myself for a fresh start
Goth bitch on my phone and we text hearts
I got to leave now (leave now)
I lost my mind, feel senile
I don't know who I wanna be now
I pick up the dirt like a beach towel (beach towel)
Pressure's on me now (me now)
I'm stressed, I don't feel like I eat well
But I mean well, these racks fell, these packs smell
(in hell)
My couch is the color of seashell
My friends and my family said get well
I'm sorry I just cannot get well
I fell in love how it made me feel
Made me feel
(yeah)
I put tear drops tear drops in my liquor
I get so high, I can't get up
Emo lil' bitch wanna get fucked
That's just the homegirl, a sister
If it don't work with my bitch Imma miss her
I want a Benz and a Fisker
I hate being sober get jitters
I'm making moves and your pissed off
She got fake pills that's a rip off
Imma go ball like the Red Socks
Sad boy but I'm really a rockstar
Told mama I'll blow like the Deathstar
Throw me in the grave where the best are
I broke myself for a fresh start
Goth bitch on my phone and we text hearts
I put tear drops tear drops in my liquor
I get so high, I can't get up
Emo lil' bitch wanna get fucked
That's just the homegirl, a sister
If it don't work with my bitch Imma miss her
I want a Benz and a Fisker
I hate being sober get jitters
I'm making moves and your pissed off
She got fake pills that's a rip off
Imma go ball like the Red Socks
Sad boy but I'm really a rockstar
Told mama I'll blow like the Deathstar
Throw me in the grave where the best are
I broke myself for a fresh start
Goth bitch on my phone and we text hearts
I got to leave now (leave now)
I lost my mind, feel senile
I don't know who I wanna be now
I pick up the dirt like a beach towel (beach towel)
Pressure's on me now (me now)
I'm stressed, I don't feel like I eat well
But I mean well, these racks fell, these packs smell
(in hell)
My couch is the color of seashell
My friends and my family said get well
I'm sorry I just cannot get well
I fell in love how it made me feel
Made me feel
(yeah)
I put tear drops tear drops in my liquor
I get so high, I can't get up
Emo lil' bitch wanna get fucked
That's just the homegirl, a sister
If it don't work with my bitch Imma miss her
I want a Benz and a Fisker
I hate being sober get jitters
I'm making moves and your pissed off
She got fake pills that's a rip off
Imma go ball like the Red Socks
Sad boy but I'm really a rockstar
Told mama I'll blow like the Deathstar
Throw me in the grave where the best are
I broke myself for a fresh start
Goth bitch on my phone and we text hearts
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