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Paroles : Straight 2 Hell

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Damn
Yeah, yeah
Oh (It's me, woo)

The thought of your bleach-blonde hair makes me wanna kill myself
Thinking back to the time that I thought I knew you well
The thought of driving to the road, late at night to Taco Bell
The demons of my past send my mind straight to Hell, yeah

Thursday night, thinkin' you should call me
But I know that you won't really call me
You're probably sittin' down on the couch
Smokin' mid, watchin' Netflix, thinkin' you should call me
You could've had the baddest b*t*h in the whole scene
My pu**y clean and drippin' wet in Louis V
Buzz, buzz, queen bee, I'm a diamond, you're a rhinestone
Fake as f**k, chopped my heart with a machete

The thought of your bleach-blonde hair makes me wanna kill myself
Thinking back to the time that I thought I knew you well
The thought of driving to the road late at night to Taco Bell
The demons of my past send my mind straight to Hell, yeah
It really took a lot of [?] to get you f**ked up
Cryin' now, 'cause I love what they're made of

The thought of your bleach-blonde hair makes me wanna kill myself
The demons of my past send my mind straight to Hell, yeah