Lyrics: RJ Pasin/Carter De Filippis/Internet Girl
Drop all you friend at the club
Left you dead at the table
Follow me through hell
Watch me betray you pretend to be one of these hoes
Wish I could stay but I'm coming pleasure
Look on your face tells me uh maybe I shouldn't be here
I spit that mud on my ****
You let them take all my ****
I sit that car telling heights
Maybe just shut up and quit
What do you feel to pretend if you're dead at the table
Follow me through hell
Drop all your friends at the club
Left you dead at the table
Follow me through hell
Watch me betray you ptetend to be one of these hoes
You want it got direction
Got a shelter right no switching sides
I think I shine I will
You try you could rise but it's gotta get so cold
How does it ride I'll turn it around
Hand on my chest turn down my chest on your face
Drop all your friends at the club
Left you dead at the table
Follow me through hell
Watch me betray you pretend to be one of these hoes