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letra de bangarang 2 (they ain't got shit on me) - killeddy

oh my god… they k!lled eddy!

[intro: hayley williams]
can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
i could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
-washing hands sound effect-
can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
i could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now

[verse: k!lleddy]
if i fight, then the gang’s gonna fight
that b-tch ass boy can bark, but he ain’t gonna bite
she was in my dms, now she’s takin’ a flight
she wants me to herself, but i ain’t got the time
i’m not doing that (nah!)
left town for a show, but i’m back now
runts mailed to my house, ’bout a half pound (huh?)
you are not my bro, so don’t say that now
chin check a p-ssy boy, sit his ass down
sorry if i just ignored you, i don’t need you baby
off-white frames, my eyes, i don’t even see you baby (f-ck no!)
on that acid, i’m crazy, close my eyes, i see dead faces
the money’s coming in, (ay) the friendship turns into hate
eating dinner, molly water right beside my plate
why does he keep treating me like i can’t f-ckin’ fade? (just why?)
take his wallet, then i skate, but i don’t f-ckin’ skate
don’t like this motion, you should f-cking k!ll yourself today (self)
six bands came in last night
they’re looking at my fit and they wanna know the price
i’m in the function, cross faded, call me jesus christ
i think i’m too high, (yeah) i’m goin’ towards the light
yeah, i’m high as f-ck, let me order up a 20 piece
your b-tch wants to come and see me every week (yuh, yuh)
and yeah, i’m from the suburbs, but don’t walk up like it’s sweet (p-ssy boy!)
i’ll hit you in your sh-t like—
uhhhhhh

- killeddy

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