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Queen Cobra
03:01
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Girl make you sweat and make you shiver
She'll burn you up, then freeze you out
I'll take my chances with the fever
"Excusez-moi, le femme fatale"
I'd risk it all for one shot in a million
Yeah, break the law 'cause your touch is a weapon
I'll take the fall for a taste of your venom
One kiss put ya in a coma
Hot take she's a Queen Cobra
No you can't charm her, she's so wicked
Oh she's a devil by design
I'll trade my sins for a one-way ticket
So sign me up, I'll take the ride
Just sink your teeth right in
I'd risk it all for one shot in a million
Yeah, break the law 'cause your touch is a weapon
I'll take the fall for a taste of your venom
One kiss put ya in a coma
Hot take she's a Queen Cobra
Just sink your teeth right in
I need you in my skin
I'd risk it all for one shot in a million
Yeah, break the law 'cause your touch is a weapon
I'll take the fall for a taste of your venom
One kiss put ya in a coma
Hot take she's a Queen Cobra
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Headstone
03:05
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I’m out of my mind
I burned up my bed
Just playin’ with fire
I’ll sleep when I’m dead
I freak out my friends
I’ll sleep when it’s
Pitch black, panic attack
It’ll look better when you’re looking back
Broke flat but I ain’t worried
You can write it on my headstone
And plant some flowers on my dead bones
Here lies a man who lit it up to watch it blow
You can write it on my headstone, my headstone
We all got our time
Like Russian roulette
So I crack a smile
And wait for the click
I cleaned out my head
I’ll sleep when it’s
Pitch black, panic attack
It’ll look better when you’re looking back
Broke flat but I aint worried
You can write it on my headstone
And plant some flowers on my dead bones
Here lies a man who lit it up to watch it blow
You can write it on my headstone, my headstone
Pitch black, panic attack
It’ll look better when you’re looking back
Broke flat but I aint worried
You can write it on my headstone
Make it out just like I said though
You can write it on my headstone
And plant some flowers on my dead bones
Here lies a man who lit it up to watch it blow
You can write it on my headstone, my headstone
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Hey we’re all messed up
Yeah we’re all messed up
All messed up yeah
My world is spinning, I’m losing my screws
I’m dazed and confused, but what can I do
We’re not that different, we all want love
Don’t think we’re enough, so just join the club
Hey we’re all messed up
Yeah we’re all messed up
Its ok you’re just normal like us
Hey we’re all messed up
All messed up yeah
My medication, lusting and booze
I pray for a mood, it’s all I can do
We’re all pretending we are someone
And feeling so numb, so just join the club
Hey we’re all messed up
Yeah we’re all messed up
Its ok you’re just normal like us
Hey we’re all messed up
All messed up yeah
Oh no I’m making a scene
The only way to be seen
Oh no I’m making a
Oh no I’m making a scene
Hey we’re all messed up
Yeah we’re all messed up
Its ok you’re just normal like us
Hey we’re all messed up
All messed up yeah
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Birthday
02:40
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Its not my birthday but that suits me just fine
Its still my party so Imma do what I like
Its not birthday yeah let them keep hating
‘Cause we all cant’ get famous
But we all can get naked
Lets all get naked
It’s not my birthday, I’m not sending out invites
Its still my party, but you can cry if you like
Its not my birthday yeah let them keep hating
‘Cause we all can’t get famous
But we all can get naked
Let’s all get naked
Let's all get naked
‘Cause so what I’m wasted
Let's all get naked
We all can’t get famous but we all can get naked
I’m gonna have some cake and see my friends
We’ll get messed up then we’ll do it again
‘Cause once a year ain’t alright
We’re going out every single night
We all can’t get famous
But we all can get naked
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