Lyrics Seven of Nine - Charles Earland, Eric Alexander

Seven of Nine

You’re just whirl baby yo when you are with your friends
You got to go baby go if you do it again
You cook like a mortician you do what you do
You pay you way and paid just until we were through, now
I don’t understand why
I gotta get dead by
But I dunno but I feel like a should
Baby I gotta do what I do to get by
So when I dress you up and when I cut you down
and then I spit you out awhile
You gotta go with the tune
like the rhythm with danger
But no one gives a fuck when you
Bust a cap on a stranger
Ghost on a quarter like hustler on fag
(?) bag on a fag now
I don’t understand why
I gotta get dead by
But I dunno but I feel like a should
Baby I gotta do what I do to get by
So when I dress you up and when I cut you down
and then I spit you out awhile
ahhh
you know why