Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song hellbound, artist - Dua Saleh. Album song ROSETTA, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 11.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Against Giants
Song language: English
hellbound |
| How you on my lips you must be spellbound |
| Got these birdies singing, making frail sounds |
| Girl, you caught in Lucifer Labelle town |
| Diaphragm of sulfur in the air, how? |
| Boy, you looking crooked, why you pale brown? |
| Must have took your shorty out them fairgrounds |
| Brought her to my show and she my fan now |
| I don’t even know her, why she bow down? |
| Jumped into the portal, call me Hades of the Grim |
| No, I ain’t no angel, I ain’t fall in from the brim |
| Pretty motherfucker, I took Flacko for a spin |
| You should look within, have you shaking through your limbs |
| Pumping all this trauma to your veins until you swim |
| Boy, don’t call your mama 'cause she sloppy on the whim |
| Metal to her drama 'cause her heart was made of tin |
| Boy, that’s just the karma she accrued because of sins |
| Hellbound, bitch, you on my dick, you must be spellbound |
| Got these birdies singing, making frail sounds |
| Girl you caught in Lucifer Labelle town |
| Diaphragm of sulfur in the air now |
| Boy, you looking crooked, why you pale brown? |
| Must have took your shooter out them fairgrounds |
| Brought him to the show and he my fan now |
| I ain’t even want him, why he bow down? |
| How, how, how? |
| Jumped into the portal, call me Hades of the Grim |
| No, I ain’t no angel, I ain’t fall in from the brim |
| Pretty motherfucker, I took Flacko for a spin |
| You should look within, have you shaking through your limbs |
| Pumping all the trauma to your veins until you cringe |
| Boy, don’t call your mama 'cause she sloppy on the whim |
| Metal to the drama, she was sucking on my fin |
| Boy, that’s just the karma you accrued because of sin |
| Hellbound |
| Why you fucking hellbound? |
| Bitch you on my dick, you must be spellbound |
| Hellbound |
| Got these birdies singing, making frail sounds |
| Now you talkin' tough |