Dead Youth - C 7 2 0 | Текст песни

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• C 7 2 0

Come up in your house
Quiet as a mouse
Pictures of your face
I don't leave a trace
Come up in your house
Quiet as a mouse
Like a little sleeping angel,
I just look at you

Hit the fucking blunt
Let my eyes roll back
The moonlight on your face
It's dancing on that lace
sleeping beauty eyes
beetles crawling up your thighs
My breath a little sour,
Drinking gin up after hours
It's Friday, 3 a.m.
can't wait to break in
Creepin' like a ghost
And come up in your house again
It's alright cuz you don't cry,
Keep feeding you these lies.

(Chorus)

I'm a nightmare for real
I'ma slip off your heels
and go in for the kill
and you're lying so still
are you already gone?
Ima roach in your eye
broaching my thigh
With my ski mask
red lips framed in black
she knows I'll be back
she says that I'm evil
I'm a nightmare for real
I'm a nightmare for real

(Chorus)

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