Lyrics Pull It - dying in designer

Pull It

I’m no good, I’m a fuck up
You’re like a gun to my head I might just
Pull it, might pull it
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I’m no good, I’m a fuck up
You’re like a gun to my head I might just
Pull it, might pull it
Fuck Russian roulette load the full clip
Load the full clip, load the full clip
Sick and tired, sick and tired of your bullshit
We did a full split always on that bullshit
I’m pissed off, you make me wanna throw shit
Trash my room, I don’t give a fuck
Crash my car, I don’t give a fuck
Fuck your friends, I don’t give a fuck
Fuck it all, I don’t give a fuck
I’m no good, I’m a fuck up
You’re like a gun to my head I might just
Pull it, might pull it
Fuck Russian roulette load the full clip
I’m no good, I’m a fuck up
You’re like a gun to my head I might just
Pull it, might pull it
Fuck Russian roulette load the full clip
You’re the pill I take to never wake
You pull me in I can’t escape
Bullet to the brain cell
You traded in a lover for a partner in hell
Trash my room, I don’t give a fuck
Crash my car, I don’t give a fuck
Fuck your friends, I don’t give a fuck
Fuck it all, I don’t give a fuck
I’m no good, I’m a fuck up
You’re like a gun to my head I might just
Pull it, might pull it
Fuck Russian roulette load the full clip
I’m no good, I’m a fuck up
You’re like a gun to my head I might just
Pull it, might pull it
Fuck Russian roulette load the full clip