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tombstone (feat. Twenyohthree) Video (MV)




Performed By: Norue
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Jake Bell, E Q




Norue - tombstone (feat. Twenyohthree) Lyrics
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Young Cole Sprouse with a pistol sittin' next to me
Goth boy killer, I'ma fill it up with ecstasy
Flippin' middle fingers
While she's puking on the leather seats
Sippin' for the villains, yeah, I do it for my enemies
Dead boy smokin' on a gold tombstone
I was passed out while you was ringin' on my phone
Got me nervous, actin' like you never seen me before
Did it on purpose, now I got these bitches seeing my ghost
Ex-girl tried to play like she was innocent
Next girl told me that she's kinda into it
I need a keeper even though I come off ignorant
F*ck your opinions, I will rip out all your ligaments
Young Cole Sprouse with a pistol sittin' next to me
Goth boy killer, I'ma fill it up with ecstasy
Flippin' middle fingers
While she's puking on the leather seats
Sippin' for the villains, yeah, I do it for my enemies
I wanna get you in my room
But I cannot seem to find you
I wanna f*ck you till you're blue
But you never come out of hiding
I know, I know I'm an evil motherf*cker
I know, I know
I know, I know
I'm an evil motherf*cker I know
I will levitate, fly across the world to find you
But all I find is the empty cellar drain
And blood red shades, the walls keep closing in
On me, the summer fades The winter's cold without you
The devil found me
Dead, found my fate
It's like I gave in to you before I started
I wanna get you in my room
But I cannot seem to find you
I wanna f*ck you till you're blue
But you never come out of hiding
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Young Cole Sprouse with a pistol sittin' next to me
Goth boy killer, I'ma fill it up with ecstasy
Flippin' middle fingers
While she's puking on the leather seats
Sippin' for the villains, yeah, I do it for my enemies
Dead boy smokin' on a gold tombstone
I was passed out while you was ringin' on my phone
Got me nervous, actin' like you never seen me before
Did it on purpose, now I got these bitches seeing my ghost
Ex-girl tried to play like she was innocent
Next girl told me that she's kinda into it
I need a keeper even though I come off ignorant
F*ck your opinions, I will rip out all your ligaments
Young Cole Sprouse with a pistol sittin' next to me
Goth boy killer, I'ma fill it up with ecstasy
Flippin' middle fingers
While she's puking on the leather seats
Sippin' for the villains, yeah, I do it for my enemies
I wanna get you in my room
But I cannot seem to find you
I wanna f*ck you till you're blue
But you never come out of hiding
I know, I know I'm an evil motherf*cker
I know, I know
I know, I know
I'm an evil motherf*cker I know
I will levitate, fly across the world to find you
But all I find is the empty cellar drain
And blood red shades, the walls keep closing in
On me, the summer fades The winter's cold without you
The devil found me
Dead, found my fate
It's like I gave in to you before I started
I wanna get you in my room
But I cannot seem to find you
I wanna f*ck you till you're blue
But you never come out of hiding
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Writer: Jake Bell, E Q
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