Your body laid out on these filthy floors Your bloodstain's on my custom coutures Bathroom attendant let me right in She was a big fan I really tried to stay cool But your arrogance disturbed my solitude Now I ripped your dress and you're all black and blue Look what you made me do They keep sayin' that I ain't nothing like my father But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars If you cross me, I'm just like my father I am colder than Titanic water Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head They ain't ever been safe ones I don't fellowship with these fake ones So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns Hold rosaries and singin' stained-glass symphonies Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair I sashayed my dress Did my best impression of a damsel in distress This alcohol and smell of regret Allured my catch Outfit too small to hide my scars Feelin' bottled up like bottle service broads How long can he hold his breath Before his death?
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im boutta eat
Liza minelli
right
im beyonce rn
im boutta devourrrrr
im eating this up
Foreal
Bridge]
Caro mio ben
Credimi almen
Senza di te
Languisce il cor
Il tuo fedel
Sospira ognor
Cessa, crudel
Tanto rigor
Ooh, ooh
Your body laid out on these filthy floors
Your bloodstain's on my custom coutures
Bathroom attendant let me right in
She was a big fan
I really tried to stay cool
But your arrogance disturbed my solitude
Now I ripped your dress and you're all black and blue
Look what you made me do
They keep sayin' that I ain't nothing like my father
But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars
If you cross me, I'm just like my father
I am colder than Titanic water
Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head
They ain't ever been safe ones
I don't fellowship with these fake ones
So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns
Hold rosaries and singin' stained-glass symphonies
Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair
I sashayed my dress
Did my best impression of a damsel in distress
This alcohol and smell of regret
Allured my catch
Outfit too small to hide my scars
Feelin' bottled up like bottle service broads
How long can he hold his breath
Before his death?
I'm eating the girls up rnnnn