Bitch be giving me demeanors
Wish I never seen her
Living through a screen
I be that
Fuckboy
Bitch be giving me demeanors
Wish I never seen her
Living through a screen
I be that
Fuckboy
Writing letters in my sleep, where's my pigeon
I should leave
All responsibilities
I should kill myself in peace
But I got too, too much blood on my hands
Cause I get to choose, from the top of shelf
Leaving that bitch perplexed
She walk out the gates
Into a state of hell
I speak to the dead like a Psychic
Bringing them with the lightning
666 suicide, I lied to that bitch
She ait, but I don't like the way she talk
She better be clutch with the stick, I jump
Eating my tounge, reach for the gun
Succubus sucking on my neck
When I bust, I'm out, I'm done
Bitch be giving me demeanors
Wish I never seen her
Living through a screen
I be that
Fuckboy
Bitch be giving me demeanors
Wish I never seen her
Living through a screen
I be that
Fuckboy
Bitch be giving me demeanors
Wish I never seen her
Living through a screen
I be that
Fuckboy
Bitch be giving me demeanors
Wish I never seen her
Living through a screen
I be that
Fuckboy