Testo murder with an audience - Ky
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I lay my life on the line
I want a girl that gon' waste all my time
I put my head on her lap while I die
I lose my soul watch it drift to the sky
I need a bitch that's gon' go by my side
I want to die while she looks in my eye
I need a bitch that's gon' listen and cry
I need some proof that our love ain't a lie
Tryin' not to act but it's obvious
Killin' me slow it's what her hobby is
She don't wanna keep quiet, murder witta audience
Tryin' not to act but it's obvious
We know it's our last night, murder witta audience
Know I'm outta time, when she breakin' up my spine
Fore I croak, don't let my momma know where my body is
Murder witta audience
I put my head on her shoulder
I know that it's over as soon as she let go
My lovers the devil but damn she's so fine
When she's stompin me out in stilettos
I'm head under heels for her
Bleedin on steel for her, You got me weepin' on headphones
You should be wiped from my head
I should be done with you love you're a threat
But baby, I'm in love with your silhouette
Girl, I'm so in love, tell me you ain't even breakin' sweat
Girl, I'm so in love and I hope that when we die
It ain't over yet
Girl, I'm so in love with your silhouette
We only ever fuck when you come down
We only ever talk when you're in town
Girl, I wonder why we only fuck when you come down
You only ever smile when I'm not around
I lay my life on the line
I want a girl that gon' waste all my time
I put my head on her lap while I die
I lose my soul watch it drift to the sky
I need a bitch that's gon' go by my side
I want to die while she looks in my eye
I need a bitch that's gon' listen and cry
I need some proof that our love ain't a lie
Tryin' not to act but it's obvious
Killin' me slow it's what her hobby is
She don't wanna keep quiet, runnin' with her audience
Tryin' not to act but it's obvious
You know it's our last night, murder witta audience
Know I'm out of time, when she's breaking up my spine
Fore I croak, don't let my mama know where my body is
Murder witta audience
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Writer(s): Kyle Hall
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