UppercutYouToTheMoon
Fuck you, pussy ass bitch
I don't need this shit
I don't fuck around with clowns
Hop off my dick
Got a text I can't cope
Who is it I don't know
Said that she my ex whoa
I just gave her some rope
Fucking commit suicide
It's your turn to die
Tie it tight
Make it fucking tight
Hang on for your life
Red tree
Body hanging like swings
I don't like nice things
Cut the fucking lights please
I don't need this shit
I don't fuck around with clowns
Hop off my dick
Got a text I can't cope
Who is it I don't know
Said that she my ex whoa
I just gave her some rope
Fucking commit suicide
It's your turn to die
Tie it tight
Make it fucking tight
Hang on for your life
Red tree
Body hanging like swings
I don't like nice things
Cut the fucking lights please
Credits
Writer(s): Devon Nitte
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