CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Poor Sanity
(Chorus and background)(Mishaal)
Stay close to me
Oh baby
I'll keep you sane
(Verse 1)
I know I've been terrible
But you haven't been acting swell
I know it's repairable
But I don't see it ending well
Looking face to face it's so disgraceful
We should go to hell
Baby, are you trying to end my life
'cuz these days I can't f**king tell
Fighting on the bed
Then we're f**king on the floor
You call me a sl*t
And I call you a dirty f**king w****
Then we just wait there for more
Like I want it when I don't
I should probably cut it off
But I know that I probably won't
Hot and cold
Like I'm dead but draped in full Gabanna
Keep getting close to me
But I don't think you really wanna
Flick a bic, and were smoking up some marijuana
You're still a b*t*h
Keep your distance you know I'm not gonna
(Verse 2)
I can see you're p*ssed so I'm headed for the back door
I think that I'm done, on the run, we make bad Lore
Everytime you tell, im a shell it makes my head sore
You say we can work it all out, that's one dead horse
Blurring visions of you from my mind, just in time, I
Think I almost slit you with a scythe ,that's a big knife
You're a f**king crisis I ain't even hit the mid life
Thinking twice about why I just didn't f**king think twice
Psychopath
You've got me acting like I've gone insane
Norman bates, threads of fate
Feeling like f**king hand grenades
Cbd my bowl look white as cocaine take it to the face
Feel like getting paid to go bullet braining like Wilson wade
Stay close to me
Oh baby
I'll keep you sane
(Verse 1)
I know I've been terrible
But you haven't been acting swell
I know it's repairable
But I don't see it ending well
Looking face to face it's so disgraceful
We should go to hell
Baby, are you trying to end my life
'cuz these days I can't f**king tell
Fighting on the bed
Then we're f**king on the floor
You call me a sl*t
And I call you a dirty f**king w****
Then we just wait there for more
Like I want it when I don't
I should probably cut it off
But I know that I probably won't
Hot and cold
Like I'm dead but draped in full Gabanna
Keep getting close to me
But I don't think you really wanna
Flick a bic, and were smoking up some marijuana
You're still a b*t*h
Keep your distance you know I'm not gonna
(Verse 2)
I can see you're p*ssed so I'm headed for the back door
I think that I'm done, on the run, we make bad Lore
Everytime you tell, im a shell it makes my head sore
You say we can work it all out, that's one dead horse
Blurring visions of you from my mind, just in time, I
Think I almost slit you with a scythe ,that's a big knife
You're a f**king crisis I ain't even hit the mid life
Thinking twice about why I just didn't f**king think twice
Psychopath
You've got me acting like I've gone insane
Norman bates, threads of fate
Feeling like f**king hand grenades
Cbd my bowl look white as cocaine take it to the face
Feel like getting paid to go bullet braining like Wilson wade
