CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Haunt Me
Haunt me
Stick around thought you forgot me but I'm
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Tossing
In my bed you stole my conscious but I'm
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Criticizing every single thing I do
I wake up to the Soul Eater moon
Smile back, let's have a good one
Welcome
Jazz and blood dripping from my septum
Let us
Leave a trail of weed, seed, and breadcrumbs for
Good measure, make sure this on the record
I'm sleeping after one spliff
I guess I'm crashing (I'm crashing)
I have this habit of spending days on my mattress
My mental state is fragile and overwhelmingly damaged
"Your body is a temple"
Imma treat it like a palace
Cat Woman lethal
Christopher Walken crazy
I'm off the potion while frolicking through the daisies
Vacation in Solacean Town
So save the waterworks
At seven I was pa**ing out
Now I'm a damn philosopher
I hate you behind the scenes but you in my dreams
Dip and weave through these streets
When I miss a beat
On my Shel Silverstein
Swear that you the missing peace
Yea we may be f**ked up now
But we got history
Come over when you're sober
Peep the devil on your shoulder
I'm so cold I know your poison but I'm here
Damn you got talent
Knocked me off balance
Got hands, she so violent
Knew this would happen
Remember things I told her
We were tripping in the MoMA
Made her choice now she would whisper in my ear
God damn Ben you so b*t*h-made
This song already been played
She playing with your mental
Hit your temple with the switchblade
Haunt me
Stick around thought you forgot me but I'm
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Tossing
In my bed you stole my conscious but I'm
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Criticizing every single thing I do
Stick around thought you forgot me but I'm
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Tossing
In my bed you stole my conscious but I'm
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Criticizing every single thing I do
I wake up to the Soul Eater moon
Smile back, let's have a good one
Welcome
Jazz and blood dripping from my septum
Let us
Leave a trail of weed, seed, and breadcrumbs for
Good measure, make sure this on the record
I'm sleeping after one spliff
I guess I'm crashing (I'm crashing)
I have this habit of spending days on my mattress
My mental state is fragile and overwhelmingly damaged
"Your body is a temple"
Imma treat it like a palace
Cat Woman lethal
Christopher Walken crazy
I'm off the potion while frolicking through the daisies
Vacation in Solacean Town
So save the waterworks
At seven I was pa**ing out
Now I'm a damn philosopher
I hate you behind the scenes but you in my dreams
Dip and weave through these streets
When I miss a beat
On my Shel Silverstein
Swear that you the missing peace
Yea we may be f**ked up now
But we got history
Come over when you're sober
Peep the devil on your shoulder
I'm so cold I know your poison but I'm here
Damn you got talent
Knocked me off balance
Got hands, she so violent
Knew this would happen
Remember things I told her
We were tripping in the MoMA
Made her choice now she would whisper in my ear
God damn Ben you so b*t*h-made
This song already been played
She playing with your mental
Hit your temple with the switchblade
Haunt me
Stick around thought you forgot me but I'm
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Tossing
In my bed you stole my conscious but I'm
Way too independent for a b*t*h like you
Criticizing every single thing I do
