Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill Me, artist - Dumbfoundead. Album song Rocket Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BORN CTZN
Song language: English
Kill Me |
Hey, baby. |
Just calling to see what you were doing. |
I just drove by your house |
and saw that the lights were on and assumed you were home. |
You’re not- you |
wouldn’t ignore my calls right? |
'Cause if you are, you know I’ll kill you. |
Just playing. |
Call me back, baby |
I love you |
Is it even real? |
(tell me) |
If it don’t kill you and leave fingerprints |
Yeah, she waited on my will |
Went through nine lives, I been dead |
Saw Jesus on chill |
Made me burn my whole Rolodex |
Now we really tryna build |
If I don’t fuck it up before the sun set |
I don’t know where you lit up |
First swipe on Tinder |
Do you first class, went from thirst trap to Brita |
Five-footer killer, I’m living in no villa |
Got me losing hair, man, I’m turning into Krillin |
All of my homies say «Let her go,» |
She got me feeling like edibles |
Both of us came from the barrio |
Sing and dance on the Maury show |
She be a freak and I’m dead in the head, fuego, yeah |
You know I never regret til' the dust settles |
You kill me (you kill me) |
We laugh, then we cry, and you kill me (you kill me) |
We kiss, then we fight, yeah, you kill me |
I hate that I love it, you love that I hate it |
Don’t kill me (you kill me), and I kill me |
Yeah, I stick around |
'Cause you be holding me down til' I start to drown |
You kill me (you kill me) |
Yeah, y-y-y-yeah, you kill me (you kill me) |
I gave her keys to the whip and the deed to the crib |
If I ever tried to leave, she’ll put the keys to the whip |
Court hearings, hoe earrings, tight jeans with the Timbs |
From the streets, snatch the weave off a bitch |
But the pussy’s strawberries, and the sex is barbaric |
Know that she ain’t all there, but she’ll be the pallbearer |
Man, that’s loyalty |
Wrote like fifty songs about my chick |
She getting royalties |
Main muse and cause of all my stress was a ladykiller |
My name rang through the town, on my Frank Miller |
Like 300 body count til' I got with her |
Always yelling in my face, I need a pop filter |
She got melodies for days |
My Norma Jean from Normandie Avenue |
Abnormal with a Norman Bates attitude |
If in the future, something happened and I died for you |
It’d be you up on the evening news 'cause |
You kill me (you kill me) |
We laugh, then we cry, and you kill me (you kill me) |
We kiss, then we fight, yeah, you kill me |
I hate that I love it, you love that I hate it |
Don’t kill me (you kill me), and I kill me |
Yeah, I stick around |
'Cause you be holding me down til' I start to drown |
You kill me (you kill me) |
Yeah, y-y-y-yeah, you kill me (you kill me) |
Girl, we just hook up |
Hanging to get pissed off |
'Cause you say it’s on then I tick you off |
I act like we ain’t down for eachother |
But I’d be damned to see you down for another |
I know that it sound so crazy |
But the sex be so amazing |
It’s that love-hate all day |
Love-hate all day, love-hate all day |
You kill me (you kill me) |
We laugh, then we cry, and you kill me (you kill me) |
We kiss, then we fight, yeah, you kill me |
I hate that I love it, you love that I hate it |
Don’t kill me (you kill me), and I kill me |
Yeah, I stick around |
'Cause you be holding me down til' I start to drown |
You kill me (you kill me) |
Yeah, y-y-y-yeah, you kill me (you kill me) |