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[Intro]
Anxietyboys
Spyder
[Chorus]
On my lips, the cigarette, she look pretty when she's upset
She look pretty off Percocet, evil people in my head
Evil people all around me, I think that they want me dead
Asking me, "What's wrong?", baby, I just need some rest
On my lips, the cigarette, she look pretty when she's upset
She look pretty off Percocet, evil people in my hеad
Evil people all around me, I think that they want me dead
Asking me, "What's wrong?", baby, I just need some rest
[Verse]
I've got angels, I've got demons, pretty looks are just deceiving
Only love me when I'm leaving, only miss me when she tweaking
I was crying in Chanel, I don't kiss and tell
808s and wedding bells, pretty girls end up in Hell
I don't think too much 'cause I might drink too much and spill my guts
Give a fuck about me when I was down on my luck
Now I'm up, I don't love you, but I love the rush
Shut my mouth 'cause she been saying that I talk too much
[Interlude]
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Shoutout Spyder and Skress, for real
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Anxietyboys
Spyder
[Chorus]
On my lips, the cigarette, she look pretty when she's upset
She look pretty off Percocet, evil people in my head
Evil people all around me, I think that they want me dead
Asking me, "What's wrong?", baby, I just need some rest
On my lips, the cigarette, she look pretty when she's upset
She look pretty off Percocet, evil people in my hеad
Evil people all around me, I think that they want me dead
Asking me, "What's wrong?", baby, I just need some rest
[Verse]
I've got angels, I've got demons, pretty looks are just deceiving
Only love me when I'm leaving, only miss me when she tweaking
I was crying in Chanel, I don't kiss and tell
808s and wedding bells, pretty girls end up in Hell
I don't think too much 'cause I might drink too much and spill my guts
Give a fuck about me when I was down on my luck
Now I'm up, I don't love you, but I love the rush
Shut my mouth 'cause she been saying that I talk too much
[Interlude]
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Shoutout Spyder and Skress, for real
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
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