Your body laid out on these filthy floors Your bloodstains on my custom coutures Bathroom attendant let me right in She was a big fan I really tried to stay cool But your arrogance disturbed my solitude Now I ripped your dress and you're all black and blue Look what you made me do
They keep sayin' that I ain't nothin' like my father But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars If you cross me, I'm just like my father I am colder than Titanic water
Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head They ain't ever been safe ones I don't fellowship with these fakе ones So let's travel to whitе chapels and sing hymns Hold rosaries, and sing in stained glass symphonies Cleanse me, Holy Trinity From this marijuana smoke smell in my hair
I sashayed my dress Did my best impression of a damsel in distress This alcohol and smell of regret Allured my catch Outfit too small to hide my scars Feelin' bottled up like bottle service broads How long can he hold his breath before his death?
Caro mio ben Credimi almen Senza di te Languisce il cor Il tuo fedel Sospira ognor Cessa, crudel Tanto rigor Ooh, ooh
Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head They ain't ever been safe ones I don't fellowship with these fake ones So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns Hold rosaries, sing in stained glass symphonies Cleanse me, Holy Trinity From this marijuana smoke smell in my hair
Say I'm nothin' like my father But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars Double cross me, I'm just like my father I am colder than Titanic water
Compositores: Beyonce Gisselle Knowles (ASCAP), Camaron Marvel Ochs (Camaron Ochs), Derek James Dixie (SESAC), Shawn C Carter (ASCAP), Simon Omaartensson, Terius Gesteelde-diamontEditores: Lil Lu Lu Publishing (ASCAP), Oakland 13 Music (ASCAP), Sony ATV Ballad (BMI)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LLC, Sony-ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #45019641 em 23/Jul/2024 com dados da UBEM