Telling tales from the crypt
Lying in my grave and I’m riding in the whip
Top down and your hairs going wild in the wind
Wanna say I’m sorry
But I’m playing carti and I can’t hear shit

Lying in the back and I’m giving you head
Wanna cry but I guess you’ll cum instead
Wanna hear you say your sorry but you know that I can’t read lips

Never want to feel this way again
But I can’t say it’s better when we were friends
Never worry know that we can always go and run it back again

Like tales from the crypt
And I’m riding in the whip
Top down and your tears rolling back in the wind
Wanna say I’m sorry but I’m playing carti and I can’t feel shit

Telling tales from the club
Crying in the rave and I can’t get enough
Fucked up on the drugs that you gave me to come
Know I hate to party
But they’re playing Carti
And I think I’m in love

Buried in the club lights way to drunk
Till you take me to the back and you give me a bump
I would tell you how I’m feeling
But I think that’s I’m too fucked up
On the ketamine
all eternity
I feel it when you stare at me
Holy shit you’re such a goddess that they sent me from above
But you’re crying in the club and it’s all my fault and you really don’t think I care at all
I would tell you that I’m sorry but they’re playing Carti