Just another day for where were you when Just another scrap for this vulture's pen Aftermath won't add up or end Death's the bestseller again This is what we want, you know how to get it Bring it on home, rub our faces in it Give us something shocking,

Hello, hello, hello, how low Here we are now, entertain us Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous I feel stupid and contagious A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

Something for the fans I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don't Please don't bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with

I'm with Sack and Juvie So you gotta bring about three friends Don't flex, don't pretend White coupe, butter pecan Thick bitch, Puerto Rican You know we spin a bin Take you out to Paraguay Or California for the weekend Wash away all of the pain

Fully, completely Bring me back in shackles Exonerate me Hang me long out in the sun Forget about me I recommend measures for ending it Lover, she simply slammed the door She said, "You're going to miss me Wait and you'll see"

Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's play ring around the Rosé You (Are you comin') (Know I want it) Bring you friend around, yeah (Bring your friends around, yeah) (Ring around the Rosé, yeah) Aw babe, aw babe All my guys, I just came with

Before we go too far Bring your love on back to me Stop this insanity How did we ever lose our way? And try to say love is a losing game We were lovers And the best of friends Sometimes the lover Can be angry 'till the end

Well your moving I feel just like a kite But one without a string One that is floating around I don't know what tomorrow with bring I feel just like a bird But one without a home One that is floating Full of endless oceans empty horizons no rest in sight

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like