Live and Let Die
Biting through a tee shirt
It sure don't make me feel like a sweetheart
Like a sweetheart
Like a sweetheart
Ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of money
But I dropped all of my smokes on the ground
I can't come down
I can't come down
I've been spinning in the clouds
And I can't come down
I can't fucking hide
You're everywhere I look
You're in my fucking phone
You're in my fucking books
You're in my fucking music
In my lyrics and my hooks
Get out and lock the doors
Driving down a dirt road driveway
You make some music when the rocks hit the square frame
Yeah adding lemonade to liquor
It made it pink didn't make it any sweeter
Adding liquor to your liver
Didn't make it less bitter
Come on lie and say love me
Playing ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of posies
I don't want none of your crushed roses
You're fucking hopeless
I hope you get this
I hope you get it
Packing a white lighter
It ain't very clever
But I got it matching my fashion
It's kinda sickening
I can't stand when you're talking
Get out and lock the doors
I don't wanna see your fucking face anymore
I couldn't picture better but
I don't want it so badly anymore
Why won't you look at me
Catastrophe is naturally a tragedy
Drowning in the dead space
You wanna make my head race
It's written all over your face
I can't fucking hide
You're everywhere I look
You're in my fucking phone
You're in my fucking books
You're in my fucking music
In my lyrics and my hooks
Get out and lock the doors
I don't wanna see your fucking face anymore
Make me scratch bleed and itch
As I bit through the flesh that made me Liv
Like I always said live and let live
And you're better dead
Live and let it die
Cold and let it cry
Sober you'll expire
Rotten rude and wired
Never love a lier
I'm too damn tired
I'm too damn tired
I'm too damn tired
It sure don't make me feel like a sweetheart
Like a sweetheart
Like a sweetheart
Ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of money
But I dropped all of my smokes on the ground
I can't come down
I can't come down
I've been spinning in the clouds
And I can't come down
I can't fucking hide
You're everywhere I look
You're in my fucking phone
You're in my fucking books
You're in my fucking music
In my lyrics and my hooks
Get out and lock the doors
Driving down a dirt road driveway
You make some music when the rocks hit the square frame
Yeah adding lemonade to liquor
It made it pink didn't make it any sweeter
Adding liquor to your liver
Didn't make it less bitter
Come on lie and say love me
Playing ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of posies
I don't want none of your crushed roses
You're fucking hopeless
I hope you get this
I hope you get it
Packing a white lighter
It ain't very clever
But I got it matching my fashion
It's kinda sickening
I can't stand when you're talking
Get out and lock the doors
I don't wanna see your fucking face anymore
I couldn't picture better but
I don't want it so badly anymore
Why won't you look at me
Catastrophe is naturally a tragedy
Drowning in the dead space
You wanna make my head race
It's written all over your face
I can't fucking hide
You're everywhere I look
You're in my fucking phone
You're in my fucking books
You're in my fucking music
In my lyrics and my hooks
Get out and lock the doors
I don't wanna see your fucking face anymore
Make me scratch bleed and itch
As I bit through the flesh that made me Liv
Like I always said live and let live
And you're better dead
Live and let it die
Cold and let it cry
Sober you'll expire
Rotten rude and wired
Never love a lier
I'm too damn tired
I'm too damn tired
I'm too damn tired
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Writer(s): Olivia Tafel
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