HKFiftyOne - ​dying in versace lyrics

Throwing up my guts
While it's burning in my mouth
Feel my throat be closing up
 cause I'm chokin' on the nouns
That I'm trying to speak of
But I can't because they clown
Got me all but beaten down
 know I'll always stand my ground
Know I'll always be around
Catch me in the lost and found
Been discarded from this town
But there's no one else around
Cause they left me in the cold
Let me fend all on my own
While the wolves rip out my soul
And these bottles help me cope

I got no friends but a crowbar
And a bottle of Jack
You catch me faded in a Lambo
Cause I'm bringing it back
And if I'm lucky I might wake up
And throw up in the back
And get a second chance to call you
And tell you to come back, yeah
(Come back, yeah)
Dying in Versace, a big mood
Bleeding on my Ksubis and kicks too
Stumble through my money, I trip too
Pass out on the floor, I can't kiss you
I miss you


I miss you i miss you
Dying in Versace, a big mood
Bleeding on my Ksubis and kicks too
Stumble through my money, I trip too
Pass out on the floor, I can't kiss you
I miss you

Throwing up my guts
While it's burning in my mouth
Feel my throat be closing up
Cause I'm chokin' on the nouns
That I'm trying to speak of
But I can't because they clown
Got me all but beaten down
Know I'll always stand my ground
Know I'll always be around
Catch me in the lost and found
Been discarded from this town
But there's no one else around
Cause they left me in the cold
Let me fend all on my own
While the wolves rip out my soul
And these bottles help me cope

I got no friends but a crowbar
And a bottle of Jack
You catch me faded in a Lambo
Cause I'm bringing it back
And if I'm lucky I might wake up
And throw up in the back
And get a second chance to call you
And tell you to come back, yeah
(Come back, yeah)
Dying in Versace, a big mood
Bleeding on my Ksubis and kicks too
Stumble through my money, I trip too
Pass out on the floor, I can't kiss you
I miss you


I miss you i miss you
Dying in Versace, a big mood
Bleeding on my Ksubis and kicks too
Stumble through my money, I trip too
Pass out on the floor, I can't kiss you
I miss you

I got no friends but a crowbar
And a bottle of Jack
You catch me faded in a Lambo
Cause I'm bringing it back
And if I'm lucky I might wake up
And throw up in the back
And get a second chance to call you
And tell you to come back, yeah
(Come back, yeah)
Dying in Versace, a big mood
Bleeding on my Ksubis and kicks too
Stumble through my money, I trip too
Pass out on the floor, I can't kiss you
I miss you


I miss you