Trophy Scars - Nola lyrics
[Trophy Scars - Nola lyrics]
I fly back down to Michigan
Bring the picture of the key
I show the locksmith Nigel
And then he laughs at me
The key is something digital
He can't recreate
So I track her down to New Orleans
To ask her on a date
Man I should've done this
A way long time ago
I pretend it was an accident
When I'm at the same hotel
"Hey there, miss, remember me?"
"We used to have a ball"
She tells me she's excited
And agrees that we should talk
Yes let's have a drink
Let's have a talk
Let's meet at your room at nine so we do
We drink some wine we talk about old times
Then she cries says her sorry
I tell her that it's fine i move in close
I hold her tight i tell her to relax or
If she
Moves i'll
Break her
Neck
This is for everything
Anytime anything
Breaking me leaving me
Stealing keys comes to an end
She cries
Stop but
I don't see why I should
When she didn't for me
I say
Fine but
It's too late
I didn't mean to kill her
But, I gone done did it
I wish I could've told her it was all over
Love, love, love and money
So I grab her bottom lip
I pull her mouth wide open
Then I pull out my key it was covered in
Stom - ach ac - Id
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Then I book my flight i head back to Geneva
I don't believe in God
But, I do believe I'm evil
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I think about my life i ponder my decisions
I walk into the bank with 20
20 vision
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I open up my lock box i only found a note
It reads "I'm sorry that I left you"
"But, you have been set up, love"
Rub my eyes and turn around
Sure enough I had been found
Two guys approached me put a gun to my head
They told me how lucky i am to be dead
I kneel down and feel a pinch
All I taste is smoke and soot
Don't trust your luck
Played my cards and now I see
This whole time she was playing me
The only people you can trust
Are in control of your blood's luck
Bring the picture of the key
I show the locksmith Nigel
And then he laughs at me
The key is something digital
He can't recreate
So I track her down to New Orleans
To ask her on a date
Man I should've done this
A way long time ago
I pretend it was an accident
When I'm at the same hotel
"Hey there, miss, remember me?"
"We used to have a ball"
She tells me she's excited
And agrees that we should talk
Yes let's have a drink
Let's have a talk
Let's meet at your room at nine so we do
We drink some wine we talk about old times
Then she cries says her sorry
I tell her that it's fine i move in close
I hold her tight i tell her to relax or
If she
Moves i'll
Break her
Neck
This is for everything
Anytime anything
Breaking me leaving me
Stealing keys comes to an end
She cries
Stop but
I don't see why I should
When she didn't for me
I say
Fine but
It's too late
I didn't mean to kill her
But, I gone done did it
I wish I could've told her it was all over
Love, love, love and money
So I grab her bottom lip
I pull her mouth wide open
Then I pull out my key it was covered in
Stom - ach ac - Id
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Then I book my flight i head back to Geneva
I don't believe in God
But, I do believe I'm evil
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I think about my life i ponder my decisions
I walk into the bank with 20
20 vision
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I open up my lock box i only found a note
It reads "I'm sorry that I left you"
"But, you have been set up, love"
Rub my eyes and turn around
Sure enough I had been found
Two guys approached me put a gun to my head
They told me how lucky i am to be dead
I kneel down and feel a pinch
All I taste is smoke and soot
Don't trust your luck
Played my cards and now I see
This whole time she was playing me
The only people you can trust
Are in control of your blood's luck