Death Media
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
FUCK!
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
Death media chosen hurt
You can feel it burn
Please like before return
I don't wanna hurt hurt (Hurt)
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
You're like a game of chess
If I lose I'm dead ass
Keep shooting me up with dopamine
Know you like to hear me scream
Addiction is my fucking screen
And you keep telling me
I am nothing compared to you
All the things that you you do
I am nothing compared to you (You tell me tell me tell me)
All the things that you you do (You tell me tell me tell me)
FUCK!
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
Death media chosen hurt
You can feel it burn
Please like before return
I don't wanna hurt hurt (hurt)
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
You're like a game of chess
If I lose I'm dead ass
Internet just killed the artist
Prolly didn't hear about it
Can't live with, die hard without it
And you keep telling me (Whooo)
I am nothing compared to you
All the things that you you do
I am nothing compared to you (You tell me tell me tell me)
All the things that you you do (You tell me tell me tell me)
FUCK!
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
Death media chosen hurt
You can feel it burn
Please like before return
I don't wanna hurt hurt (Hurt)
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
You're like a game of chess
If I lose I'm dead ass
I think about you all the time
Yes you're the one that's on my mind
Dark sick thoughts upon suicide
For you ruin my life
(DEATH MEDIA IS A GUN)
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
Death media chosen hurt
You can feel it burn
Please like before return
I don't wanna hurt hurt (hurt)
Nobody gives a fuck (DEATH MEDIA IS A GUN)
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun (DEATH MEDIA IS A GUN)
Happiness here I come
You're like a game of chess (DEATH MEDIA IS A GUN)
If I lose I'm dead ass
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
FUCK!
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
Death media chosen hurt
You can feel it burn
Please like before return
I don't wanna hurt hurt (Hurt)
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
You're like a game of chess
If I lose I'm dead ass
Keep shooting me up with dopamine
Know you like to hear me scream
Addiction is my fucking screen
And you keep telling me
I am nothing compared to you
All the things that you you do
I am nothing compared to you (You tell me tell me tell me)
All the things that you you do (You tell me tell me tell me)
FUCK!
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
Death media chosen hurt
You can feel it burn
Please like before return
I don't wanna hurt hurt (hurt)
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
You're like a game of chess
If I lose I'm dead ass
Internet just killed the artist
Prolly didn't hear about it
Can't live with, die hard without it
And you keep telling me (Whooo)
I am nothing compared to you
All the things that you you do
I am nothing compared to you (You tell me tell me tell me)
All the things that you you do (You tell me tell me tell me)
FUCK!
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
Death media chosen hurt
You can feel it burn
Please like before return
I don't wanna hurt hurt (Hurt)
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
You're like a game of chess
If I lose I'm dead ass
I think about you all the time
Yes you're the one that's on my mind
Dark sick thoughts upon suicide
For you ruin my life
(DEATH MEDIA IS A GUN)
Nobody gives a fuck
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun
Happiness here I come
Death media chosen hurt
You can feel it burn
Please like before return
I don't wanna hurt hurt (hurt)
Nobody gives a fuck (DEATH MEDIA IS A GUN)
I'm sick of giving fucks
Now I choose the gun (DEATH MEDIA IS A GUN)
Happiness here I come
You're like a game of chess (DEATH MEDIA IS A GUN)
If I lose I'm dead ass
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?
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Writer(s): Martika Boers
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