White Tee (Alternate Bass Boosted Version) CORPSE
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[Chorus]
I spilt wine all on my white tee, bitches like me (Yeah)
CORPSE, you off the deep end, well, bitch, I might be (Yeah)
These girls, they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please (Yeah)
I ain't got no time if you ain't beside me (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Get up, 7 AM, but I haven't slept in days
Acid on my vocals, that's the price I gotta pay, yeah
Karma tryna rob me, all up on me, fuck away, yeah
Death always up on me when I come up out the shade, yeah
What you tryna say, huh? What you tryna say?
Oh, you love me and you miss me? Yeah, I get it, that's okay
Yeah, reluctantly, I get you, but you know it ain't the same
But-but once you fuck me over, no do-overs, we don't play
[Chorus]
I spilt wine all on my white tee, bitches like me (Yeah)
CORPSE, you off the deep end, well, bitch, I might be (Yeah)
These girls, they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please (Yeah)
I ain't got no time if you ain't beside me
[Verse 2]
Nine lives on eight cat bitches, seven witches from The Six (Yeah)
Five are tryna find me, wanna fly out for the dick (What, uwu)
Three times her boyfriend tried me, had to tell them they ain't shit (Yeah)
One be blowing up my phone, tryna fight me for a bitch (Yeah)
Don't follow me baby, swear I'm going to Hell
Think I'm looking for a piece of you in somebody else
'Cause ever since I been leaving, I'm fucked up on something else
We just hooked up on the weekend, I keep her up on the shelf
I spilt wine all on my white tee, bitches like me (Yeah)
CORPSE, you off the deep end, well, bitch, I might be (Yeah)
These girls, they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please (Yeah)
I ain't got no time if you ain't beside me (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Get up, 7 AM, but I haven't slept in days
Acid on my vocals, that's the price I gotta pay, yeah
Karma tryna rob me, all up on me, fuck away, yeah
Death always up on me when I come up out the shade, yeah
What you tryna say, huh? What you tryna say?
Oh, you love me and you miss me? Yeah, I get it, that's okay
Yeah, reluctantly, I get you, but you know it ain't the same
But-but once you fuck me over, no do-overs, we don't play
[Chorus]
I spilt wine all on my white tee, bitches like me (Yeah)
CORPSE, you off the deep end, well, bitch, I might be (Yeah)
These girls, they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please (Yeah)
I ain't got no time if you ain't beside me
[Verse 2]
Nine lives on eight cat bitches, seven witches from The Six (Yeah)
Five are tryna find me, wanna fly out for the dick (What, uwu)
Three times her boyfriend tried me, had to tell them they ain't shit (Yeah)
One be blowing up my phone, tryna fight me for a bitch (Yeah)
Don't follow me baby, swear I'm going to Hell
Think I'm looking for a piece of you in somebody else
'Cause ever since I been leaving, I'm fucked up on something else
We just hooked up on the weekend, I keep her up on the shelf
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