SLIVERZ OF SKIN
Oh shit, bring the beat back
I need it real back to drown out the chit chat
I need it real bad or my eyes roll too back
My skull cracks, my brain turns to split splat
Yeah, then slivers of my skin
Fall to the floor again and again
Drowning you out about you and your band
Drowning myself bitch, where are my friends
Stop, here's a thought
You think you're hot but you're really not
If you see me walking down Red River
Don't hit me up with that blah, blah, blah
Stop, here's a thought
You think you're hot but you're really not
If you see me walking down Red River
Don't hit me up with that blah, blah, blah
Picking up strips of my skin off the pavement
Way too distracted to learn what yr name is
The stench in the air from your words is so heinous
It's the reason they're falling off
Little bit by bit
I shotgun little drops of blood
Splatter breadcrumb trail on Red River
Yeah, from our interaction
I pray that it all turns black
Frogs would rain and it wouldn't stop
Instead I wrote the next part sitting at a stop
heres a thought You think you're hot but you're really not
When you see me walking down Red River
Don't hit me up with that blah, blah, blah
Stop, here's a thought
You think you're hot but you're really not
If you see me walking down Red River
Don't hit me up with that blah, blah, blah
Stop, here's a thought
You think you're hot but you're really not
If you see me walking down Red River
Don't hit me up with that blah, blah, blah
Ok
I need it real back to drown out the chit chat
I need it real bad or my eyes roll too back
My skull cracks, my brain turns to split splat
Yeah, then slivers of my skin
Fall to the floor again and again
Drowning you out about you and your band
Drowning myself bitch, where are my friends
Stop, here's a thought
You think you're hot but you're really not
If you see me walking down Red River
Don't hit me up with that blah, blah, blah
Stop, here's a thought
You think you're hot but you're really not
If you see me walking down Red River
Don't hit me up with that blah, blah, blah
Picking up strips of my skin off the pavement
Way too distracted to learn what yr name is
The stench in the air from your words is so heinous
It's the reason they're falling off
Little bit by bit
I shotgun little drops of blood
Splatter breadcrumb trail on Red River
Yeah, from our interaction
I pray that it all turns black
Frogs would rain and it wouldn't stop
Instead I wrote the next part sitting at a stop
heres a thought You think you're hot but you're really not
When you see me walking down Red River
Don't hit me up with that blah, blah, blah
Stop, here's a thought
You think you're hot but you're really not
If you see me walking down Red River
Don't hit me up with that blah, blah, blah
Stop, here's a thought
You think you're hot but you're really not
If you see me walking down Red River
Don't hit me up with that blah, blah, blah
Ok
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Writer(s): Jay Dilick
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