Paris Texas - cyanide lyrics
Paris Texas [Louie Pastel, Felix] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Paris Texas - cyanide lyrics]
She tastes she tastes
She tastes like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine
A grave, she lied in mine (O oh)
She tastes like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine
(O oh) a grave, she lied in mine (O oh)
Off a little bit of coke, I'm geeked
So you know I can't rest in pеace
And I nailed this shit like a Jеsus
How you still don't fuck with me?
I got clout 'fore I ever got you
And that shit fucked up my ego
Better get with a nigga that's regal
'Cause you can't fuck someone that's equal
She tastes like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine
A grave, she lied in mine (O oh)
She tastes like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine
(O oh) a grave, she lied in mine (O oh)
Yeah flirtin' with the check before I fuck
She just caught me screamin'
"What the fuck?"
Now I feel this turnin' in my gut
Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser
In my veins, it's a iceberg
I could feel my blood turn cold
Mournin' every truth I thought you told
With the stale face, tombstone
Flirtin' with the check before I fuck
She just caught me screamin'
"What the fuck?"
Now I feel this turnin' in my gut
Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser
In my veins, it's a iceberg
I could feel my blood turn cold
Mournin' every truth I thought you told
With the stale face, tombstone
She tastes like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine
A grave, she lied in mine (O oh)
She tastes like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine
(O oh) a grave, she lied in mine (O oh)
Off a little bit of coke, I'm geeked
So you know I can't rest in pеace
And I nailed this shit like a Jеsus
How you still don't fuck with me?
I got clout 'fore I ever got you
And that shit fucked up my ego
Better get with a nigga that's regal
'Cause you can't fuck someone that's equal
She tastes like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine
A grave, she lied in mine (O oh)
She tastes like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine
(O oh) a grave, she lied in mine (O oh)
Yeah flirtin' with the check before I fuck
She just caught me screamin'
"What the fuck?"
Now I feel this turnin' in my gut
Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser
In my veins, it's a iceberg
I could feel my blood turn cold
Mournin' every truth I thought you told
With the stale face, tombstone
Flirtin' with the check before I fuck
She just caught me screamin'
"What the fuck?"
Now I feel this turnin' in my gut
Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser
In my veins, it's a iceberg
I could feel my blood turn cold
Mournin' every truth I thought you told
With the stale face, tombstone