Knock Monsterr, GRIMVVICE - old me lyrics
[Knock Monsterr, GRIMVVICE - old me lyrics]
Why you always tryna spite me?
Think you love to fight since
We do it nightly
What's the point of even trying?
If you decide to leave now
That's perfect timing
There's no more point in lying
We've known for a while now
That this is dying
You don't gotta treat me so coldly
But I don't wanna go back to the old me
Treat me like a toy and then we switch up
Do it all for you like it's your Christmas
I don’t really trust who gon’ hit me up
I don’t really trust who gon’ hit me up
I'ma need to hit my kicks like Arca
I’m the type of bitch you throw in Arkham
Hundred racks on, they leech like larva
I’m just sitting waiting on my karma
Treat me like a toy and then we switch up
Do it all for you like it's your Christmas
I don’t really trust who gon’ hit me up
I don’t really trust who gon’ hit me up
I'ma need to hit my kicks like Arca
I’m the type of bitch you throw in Arkham
Hundred racks on, they leech like larva
I’m just sitting waiting on my karma
Why you always tryna spite me?
Think you love to fight since
We do it nightly
What's the point of even trying?
If you decide to leave now
That's perfect timing
There's no more point in lying
We've known for a while now
That this is dying
You don't gotta treat me so coldly
But I don't wanna go back to the old me
Spite me nightly
Trying perfect timing
There's no more point in lying dying
Coldy old me
Think you love to fight since
We do it nightly
What's the point of even trying?
If you decide to leave now
That's perfect timing
There's no more point in lying
We've known for a while now
That this is dying
You don't gotta treat me so coldly
But I don't wanna go back to the old me
Treat me like a toy and then we switch up
Do it all for you like it's your Christmas
I don’t really trust who gon’ hit me up
I don’t really trust who gon’ hit me up
I'ma need to hit my kicks like Arca
I’m the type of bitch you throw in Arkham
Hundred racks on, they leech like larva
I’m just sitting waiting on my karma
Treat me like a toy and then we switch up
Do it all for you like it's your Christmas
I don’t really trust who gon’ hit me up
I don’t really trust who gon’ hit me up
I'ma need to hit my kicks like Arca
I’m the type of bitch you throw in Arkham
Hundred racks on, they leech like larva
I’m just sitting waiting on my karma
Why you always tryna spite me?
Think you love to fight since
We do it nightly
What's the point of even trying?
If you decide to leave now
That's perfect timing
There's no more point in lying
We've known for a while now
That this is dying
You don't gotta treat me so coldly
But I don't wanna go back to the old me
Spite me nightly
Trying perfect timing
There's no more point in lying dying
Coldy old me