smile, you're dying - REMIX

Bughuul

The things I want are not for me, got blood stains all over my jeans
This bitch, she tryna get with me, I made her bleed out
Groupie bitch can't fuck with that, you want me with no strings attached
You can act like you're not hurt, but bitch, I might just leak the chats
Slash her like a fucking film, I'll cut her up, have someone film
Come over, we can make a film, I'll make you leak, I'll make you spill
Yes, we have some problems, but it's nothing that we can't fix
Go slit your fucking wrists, bitch, 'cause I don't wanna see you around

I've been running from you for way too long
I wish you could fucking change, why can't you just fucking change?
Nothing ever stays the same, but, bitch, you could have stayed the same
Instead, you went and proved that you got nothing up inside your brain
It got so hard for me to run 'cause you were all I had
All I had, yeah, all I had, yeah, all I had
Don't tell me that it's getting bad, like, bitch, I didn't know that
As if I didn't know that you would not be with me for long

The things I want are not for me, got blood stains all over my jeans
This bitch, she tryna get with me, I made her bleed out
Groupie bitch can't fuck with that, you want me with no strings attached
You can act like you're not hurt, but bitch, I might just leak the chats
Slash her like a fucking film, I'll cut her up, have someone film
Come over, we can make a film, I'll make you leak, I'll make you spill
Yes, we have some problems, but it's nothing that we can't fix
Go slit your fucking wrists, bitch, 'cause I don't wanna see you around

When we locked eyes for the first time
And my Vivienne was shining in the moonlight
I knew right then and there, it was so right
Can I bite your neck and make us soul tied?
I know these drugs aren't helping
Bitch, don't turn the lights on, you know I'll start melting

Swear, I never eat because she love 'em unhealthy
Saw you at the rave, I wanted you on me
Yeah, saw the way your body move and saw what you could really do
I know that they hate me, that's okay because I hate 'em too
Dead friends in my pockets, give my bitch some Jimmy Choo
First time that I hit you, and the last time I'll be seeing you

The things I want are not for me, got blood stains all over my jeans
This bitch, she tryna get with me, I made her bleed out
Groupie bitch can't fuck with that, you want me with no strings attached
You can act like you're not hurt, but bitch, I might just leak the chats
Slash her like a fucking film, I'll cut her up, have someone film
Come over, we can make a film, I'll make you leak, I'll make you spill
Yes, we have some problems, but it's nothing that we can't fix
Go slit your fucking wrists, bitch, 'cause I don't wanna see you around

I can't get you out my head, fill the Styrofoam with red
Fill my show, nobody's dead, bite her neck until she bled
Ever seen a vamp' in Rick? On a shopping spree in France
Wanna fuck on me instead, wanna brag me to her friends
Shopping sprees in Japan

Baby girl, I am, give a model bitch some X, now the party never ends
Give me praise, and give me sex, all I wear is Vivienne
Wear designer in this hoe, always with a pretty bitch
She just love for me, I pour up Wock' until I bleed out
She tryin' figure me out, she can say that she want me now, me now

The things I want are not for me, got blood stains all over my jeans
This bitch, she tryna get with me, I made her bleed out
Groupie bitch can't fuck with that, you want me with no strings attached
You can act like you're not hurt, but bitch, I might just leak the chats
Slash her like a fucking film, I'll cut her up, have someone film
Come over, we can make a film, I'll make you leak, I'll make you spill
Yes, we have some problems, but it's nothing that we can't fix
Go slit your fucking wrists, bitch, 'cause I don't wanna see you around



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Writer(s): Anwar F Polk, Luca Marten
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