Dead on the road Yunggoth✰
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[Chorus]
Alright
I got death in my head
I got love in my bed
See you singing my songs
Got her crying along
For so long [?] in the road
My love is dead on the road
You ran me over, cold
My dead-ass body is cold
I see you crying in there
That dark-ass [?]
You see it dying in there
Now she's just crying in there
There's too much blood on my hands
There's too much blood on the fence
Got six, in fact, on my Benz
Cartier frames all in my lens
Told her last week we can't be friends
We can't be friends
We can't be friends
[Chorus]
I got death in my head
I got love in my bed
See you singing my songs
Got her crying along
For so long [?] in the road
My love is dead on the road
You ran me over, cold
My dead-ass body is cold
I see you crying in there
That dark-ass [?]
You see it dying in there
Now she's just crying in there
There's too much blood on my hands
There's too much blood on the fence
Got six, in fact, on my Benz
Cartier frames all in my lens
Told her last week we can't be friends
We can't be friends
We can't be friends
Alright
I got death in my head
I got love in my bed
See you singing my songs
Got her crying along
For so long [?] in the road
My love is dead on the road
You ran me over, cold
My dead-ass body is cold
I see you crying in there
That dark-ass [?]
You see it dying in there
Now she's just crying in there
There's too much blood on my hands
There's too much blood on the fence
Got six, in fact, on my Benz
Cartier frames all in my lens
Told her last week we can't be friends
We can't be friends
We can't be friends
[Chorus]
I got death in my head
I got love in my bed
See you singing my songs
Got her crying along
For so long [?] in the road
My love is dead on the road
You ran me over, cold
My dead-ass body is cold
I see you crying in there
That dark-ass [?]
You see it dying in there
Now she's just crying in there
There's too much blood on my hands
There's too much blood on the fence
Got six, in fact, on my Benz
Cartier frames all in my lens
Told her last week we can't be friends
We can't be friends
We can't be friends
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