Grim Reaper
You can purse your lips but uncross your fingers
I predicted this, you're gonna let it linger
Calling this shit bliss like it's a dead ringer
Dead is what it is; I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
Cause I can see for miles
You fill the cracks
Plug the holes
A medicine bottle
Filled with alcohol
Go and purse your lips but uncross your fingers
I predicted this, you're gonna let it linger
Calling this shit bliss like it's a dead ringer
Dead is what it is
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
The writing on the wall
Has been covered in cold-shoulder blue paint
Say hey Jude
Your on retainer patron saint
Go and purse your lips uncross your fingers
I predicted this, you're gonna let it linger
Calling this shit bliss like it's a dead ringer
Dead is what it is
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Ohhhhhh
You can't escape life it's coming for you
Can't escape life it's coming for you
Can't escape life it's coming
Can't escape life it's coming for you
Can't escape life it's coming for you
Can't escape life it's coming for you
Can't escape life it's coming
Can't escape life it's coming for you
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper
Oh
Oh
Oh
Ohhhhhh
I predicted this, you're gonna let it linger
Calling this shit bliss like it's a dead ringer
Dead is what it is; I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
Cause I can see for miles
You fill the cracks
Plug the holes
A medicine bottle
Filled with alcohol
Go and purse your lips but uncross your fingers
I predicted this, you're gonna let it linger
Calling this shit bliss like it's a dead ringer
Dead is what it is
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
The writing on the wall
Has been covered in cold-shoulder blue paint
Say hey Jude
Your on retainer patron saint
Go and purse your lips uncross your fingers
I predicted this, you're gonna let it linger
Calling this shit bliss like it's a dead ringer
Dead is what it is
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper uh oh oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Ohhhhhh
You can't escape life it's coming for you
Can't escape life it's coming for you
Can't escape life it's coming
Can't escape life it's coming for you
Can't escape life it's coming for you
Can't escape life it's coming for you
Can't escape life it's coming
Can't escape life it's coming for you
I'm the Grim Reaper
I'm the Grim Reaper
Oh
Oh
Oh
Ohhhhhh
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Writer(s): Michael James Jobe
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