Last bag got a little dirty
One whiff of my pocket got my head spinning
Last chance to forget about me
One more step and you burn down the whole building
Crawlin' over glass
Cause you can't see through
When the blood is on the floor
And the dirt becomes a part of me
Can He save me just a little time
Ain't the sky so sublime
I think the spirit just might take his armor off tonight
Ha, what the f*ck
How'd that lil pill f*ck you up
She keep wipin' off my forehead
Baby that's love, that's love (that's what's up)
Itch-bae, I've been on the blade
Where'd my money go
Switchblade, ask about my kicks
See this stiletto
Bitch-made, why the f*ck he askin' 'bout that f*ckin' noise
Damn that school bus hit
Feel like Regina George
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Last bag got a little dirty
One whiff of my pocket got my head spinning
Last chance to forget about me
One more step and you burn down the whole building
Crawlin' over glass
Cause you can't see through
When the blood is on the floor
And the dirt becomes a part of me
Can He save me just a little time
Ain't the sky so sublime
I think the spirit just might take his armor off tonight
Ha, what the f*ck
How'd that lil pill f*ck you up
She keep wipin' off my forehead
Baby that's love, that's love (that's what's up)
Itch-bae, I've been on the blade
Where'd my money go
Switchblade, ask about my kicks
See this stiletto
Bitch-made, why the f*ck he askin' 'bout that f*ckin' noise
Damn that school bus hit
Feel like Regina George
One whiff of my pocket got my head spinning
Last chance to forget about me
One more step and you burn down the whole building
Crawlin' over glass
Cause you can't see through
When the blood is on the floor
And the dirt becomes a part of me
Can He save me just a little time
Ain't the sky so sublime
I think the spirit just might take his armor off tonight
Ha, what the f*ck
How'd that lil pill f*ck you up
She keep wipin' off my forehead
Baby that's love, that's love (that's what's up)
Itch-bae, I've been on the blade
Where'd my money go
Switchblade, ask about my kicks
See this stiletto
Bitch-made, why the f*ck he askin' 'bout that f*ckin' noise
Damn that school bus hit
Feel like Regina George
Writer: kyle tran
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