GODS Oliver Francis

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[Verse 1]
Pursed lips, wet with just a little poison (Just a little)
I'll try, death's kiss, all for your enjoyment (Yeah)
Your love drowns out all my little voices (Ooh)
I been smokin' choice shit in the Rolls Royce's (Rolls Royce's)
I love bad hoes, put that on my tombstone (My tombstone)
Take off your clothes, show me what you made of (What you made of)
I need your love, starved for attention (Yeah)
Gotta stay high so I'm numbin' my senses
Your love's my drug, got me feelin' dope sick (Yeah)
Just have one sip even if it's toxic (Even if it's toxic)
I'm so fucked up, smearin' your lipstick (Your lipstick)
Watching you undress, slide out your fishnets (Woah)
White noise, Rolls Royce, with the suicide doors (Suicide doors)
Don't know, I hope I'm someone you would die for (You would die for)
Rollin' up big blunts, roll it with my eyes closed (Yeah)
Climbin' out the shadows

[Chorus]
We could be Gods, I swear (I swear)
Girl, don't even trip
'Cause Saint Peter and the guards won't know
Fix your hair so your horns don't show
Gods, I swear (I swear)
Girl, don't even trip
'Cause Saint Peter and the guards won't know
Fix your hair so your horns don't show