CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Corpse Bride
I don’t wanna think bout nobody else girl but yours
I don’t wanna f**k with nobody’s b*t*h but yours
And I know I can steal her, I can get her and I can hold her hostage
Feelings never add up, and there never f**king mutual I’m getting frostbit
You linger like the smell of candle wax on my bedroom floor
From nights we used to dream about combining different liquours and more
Your lips are like kerosene, get my fill, catch this thrill, but you ain’t a w****
You think you something special, skin hot from the kettle
You pour -
Because she's out here flexing with every guy
She got an egotistical venom that’ll shoot out yo eye
Tryna picture times when I thought you were mine
She loves her friends but she’d use em just to get what she wants
And I don’t understand why they all catch her cigarette b***s
When they could pa** her up, get f**ked and smoke a million blunts
But, I guess a million blunts could never get em that high, it’s tough
It’s tough it’s tough
It’s tough being used to the violence and pain
Giving you too much attention that you never f**king worked to gain
I always really knew that inside you only thought of me as a name
Now I give you some attention, and the type of the attention’s disdain
I don’t wanna f**k with nobody’s b*t*h but yours
And I know I can steal her, I can get her and I can hold her hostage
Feelings never add up, and there never f**king mutual I’m getting frostbit
You linger like the smell of candle wax on my bedroom floor
From nights we used to dream about combining different liquours and more
Your lips are like kerosene, get my fill, catch this thrill, but you ain’t a w****
You think you something special, skin hot from the kettle
You pour -
Because she's out here flexing with every guy
She got an egotistical venom that’ll shoot out yo eye
Tryna picture times when I thought you were mine
She loves her friends but she’d use em just to get what she wants
And I don’t understand why they all catch her cigarette b***s
When they could pa** her up, get f**ked and smoke a million blunts
But, I guess a million blunts could never get em that high, it’s tough
It’s tough it’s tough
It’s tough being used to the violence and pain
Giving you too much attention that you never f**king worked to gain
I always really knew that inside you only thought of me as a name
Now I give you some attention, and the type of the attention’s disdain
