You Might Think He Loves You for Your Money but I Know What He Really Loves You for It's Your Brand New Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat Songtext
von Death Grips
You Might Think He Loves You for Your Money but I Know What He Really Loves You for It's Your Brand New Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat Songtext
Get so fuckin′ dark in here
Come, come, fuck apart in here, ah!
I die in the process
You die in the process
Kettle drum roll, hard shit
Fuck, I said, fucker don't start shit!
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
I hover above you
Life pulled out your mouth, I become you
Opening of the mouth, unlawful possession
Jellyfish in cold sweat deep end
Hollow shell twitch disconnection
Pupils swell, my entrance
Hijacked, no questions asked
Stretch you on like latex mask
My sigils your epitaph
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
Dead
I′m not you, I'm not you, I'm not you
Fear, you wear it well
Mademoiselle
Here′s to your destiny
Hysterics scream help
Don′t worry, in a few you'll all be somewhere else
Prepare yourselves, freelance motherfucker
Get so fuckin′ dark in here
Come, come, fuck apart in here
I die in the process
You die in the process
Kettle drum roll, hard shit
Fuck, I said fucker don't start shit
Emerald tablet apartment toxic
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
Come, come, fuck apart in here, ah!
I die in the process
You die in the process
Kettle drum roll, hard shit
Fuck, I said, fucker don't start shit!
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
I hover above you
Life pulled out your mouth, I become you
Opening of the mouth, unlawful possession
Jellyfish in cold sweat deep end
Hollow shell twitch disconnection
Pupils swell, my entrance
Hijacked, no questions asked
Stretch you on like latex mask
My sigils your epitaph
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
Dead
I′m not you, I'm not you, I'm not you
Fear, you wear it well
Mademoiselle
Here′s to your destiny
Hysterics scream help
Don′t worry, in a few you'll all be somewhere else
Prepare yourselves, freelance motherfucker
Get so fuckin′ dark in here
Come, come, fuck apart in here
I die in the process
You die in the process
Kettle drum roll, hard shit
Fuck, I said fucker don't start shit
Emerald tablet apartment toxic
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
Come, come, fuck apart in here, I
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