Tropes, FearDorian - Which end? lyrics
[Tropes, FearDorian - Which end? lyrics]
I'll be back soon
Yeah, I won't let you lie to me
You can tell me all yo' secrets
But you lied to me
Thought you saw the vision but in my
Mind you just blind to me
Made some failed decisions that I regret
But it's all fine with me
And why'd you get so mad? Like
Got blood on my body, my back
I can't decide with dread
You're sending mail to Mel
She can't decide with dread
Tell me what that's about
You put it on my head
You put it on my head like can I disappear
I don't know what she want from me
I'm a different breed
This pain gon' reach my legs
Swear to god he be lame
Like why he in my lane get back, can not
Sit back, can not
No bitch you ain't the one
It hit's too much for me
Fuckin' rip his arms off
Bullet wilt the shell
Casings on the ground, yeah
Where's my tool
It could keep me up for hours
What it do, ain't no paint me
Ain't no flowers that pussy gonna cower
Yeah, everything you thought was
Real was fake now
Yeah, it is not coincidence, it's fake now
Yeah, thought your friends were real
But they're fake now
Yeah, thought your friends were real
But they're snakes now
And why'd you get so mad? Like
Got blood on my body, my back
I can't decide with dread
You're sending mail to Mel
She can't decide with dread
Tell me what that's about
You put it on my head
Yeah, I won't let you lie to me
You can tell me all yo' secrets
But you lied to me
Thought you saw the vision but in my
Mind you just blind to me
Made some failed decisions that I regret
But it's all fine with me
And why'd you get so mad? Like
Got blood on my body, my back
I can't decide with dread
You're sending mail to Mel
She can't decide with dread
Tell me what that's about
You put it on my head
You put it on my head like can I disappear
I don't know what she want from me
I'm a different breed
This pain gon' reach my legs
Swear to god he be lame
Like why he in my lane get back, can not
Sit back, can not
No bitch you ain't the one
It hit's too much for me
Fuckin' rip his arms off
Bullet wilt the shell
Casings on the ground, yeah
Where's my tool
It could keep me up for hours
What it do, ain't no paint me
Ain't no flowers that pussy gonna cower
Yeah, everything you thought was
Real was fake now
Yeah, it is not coincidence, it's fake now
Yeah, thought your friends were real
But they're fake now
Yeah, thought your friends were real
But they're snakes now
And why'd you get so mad? Like
Got blood on my body, my back
I can't decide with dread
You're sending mail to Mel
She can't decide with dread
Tell me what that's about
You put it on my head