Killer

I got 2 days to get my shit straight
You call it love well I would call it mistake
My heart don't fear the things that kill me
My legs run over to the ticking grenade

I failed my senses and my senses failed me
You fled your fate because your sensitivities
I'm way too old to bleed
And I'm way too cold to ever (wait)

I got 2 middle fingers for the first of the month
I got 3 grams of something I'm about to roll up
I got 4 to the floor just to pedal the thump
And I got 5 yea they with me ready for me to jump

I got 2 middle fingers for the first of the month
I got 3 grams of something I'm about to roll up
I got 4 to the floor just to pedal the pump
And I got 5 by my side for the war
Yea you know that I'm a what? (uh)

Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer baby don't you know

Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer baby don't you know

I got 2 days to get my shit straight
You call it love well I would call it mistake
Your guilty conscious heavy weighing on your brain
My sins don't phase me I'm ok who I became

I failed my baby and my baby no less
I fell from grace because it wasn't worth the stress
I sold my soul for cheap
I'm way too cold to ever (wait)

I got 2 middle fingers for the first of the month
I got 3 grams of something I'm about to roll up
I got 4 to the floor just to pedal the thump
And I got 5 yea they with me ready for me to jump

I got 2 middle fingers for the first of the month
I got 3 grams of something I'm about to roll up
I got 4 to the floor just to pedal the pump
And I got 5 by my side for the war
Yea you know that I'm a what? (uh)

Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer baby don't you know

Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer baby don't you know



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Writer(s): Thomas Stratford
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