Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tiramisu, artist - GothBoiCliqueDate of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tiramisu |
| Punkstar |
| Yeah |
| I need my cake dough |
| GothBoiClique |
| Cold |
| And I see ghosts inside my 'Cedes coupe |
| I see ghosts in my 'Cedes coupe |
| I need my cake dough, tiramisu |
| You couldn’t live wit' what I’m livin' thru, I know (I know) |
| These diamonds hurt that bitch she try to get too close |
| (Bitch don’t try to get too close) |
| I see ghost in my 'Cedes coupe |
| I see ghosts inside my 'Cedes coupe |
| I need my cake dough, tiramisu |
| I got ghosts inside my Audi coupe |
| I’m drivin' fast and I’m thinkin' 'bout you (I'm thinkin' 'bout you) |
| GBC, I break my bones for you |
| My heart you can split it in two |
| 'Cause I know something’s eating you, ooh |
| (Yeah something keeps on eating me alive) |
| Yeah |
| I was so stupid, but then I found you |
| I feel so useless when I’m around you |
| There’s somethin' in the way that you held my hand |
| There’s somethin' in the way, but that was my bad |
| Always on my phone and I’m in the back |
| The same old song, I’m used to that |
| Somethin' in the way that I refused to act |
| Like it was all ok, you stabbed me in the back |
| Yeah |
| GothBoiClique |
| Saw me in the background |
| Eyes lookin' so, so red |
| Heart keeps feelin' like so mislead |
| I said I was comin' over, left that text on read |
| I’m in hell, left for dead |
| My love is not for sale |
| My heart is in chains, I need bail |
| I’m sick, wish me well |
| I wish I could go back, wishing well |
| I see demons when I’m dreaming |
| How could I love you, I don’t even love breathing |
| You were in the club, I was there too |
| GBC for life, got the tattoos |
| I say wake up, baby, I can’t wake up |
| I saw you in past tense, baby in the past life |
| You went and raised the stakes up |
| I’ve got a restless heart and I shake up |
| I break bones for you that you make up |
| Ghosts in my 'Cedes coupe |
| I need my cake dough, tiramisu |
| You couldn’t live wit' what I’m livin' thru, I know (I know) |
| The diamonds hurt that bitch she try to get too close (Bitch don’t try to get |
| too) |
| I see ghosts in my 'Cedes coupe |
| I need my cake dough, tiramisu |