Malloy: / prodmalloy
Lyrics:
I been seeing crows fuck doves
You’re too damn fucked up
I hate who I’ve become
I did it all for your love
Bronem just be thumbing racks
I know you gon want me back
I know you was plotting but you wouldn’t ever tell me that
comin from the bottom
if we spinning then we coming back
running ain’t an option, aim for heads and watch us blow em back
I'm thinking toxic things
Not who I wanna be
Love can just swallow me
I barely wanna breathe
Voices are haunting and
My lyrics are daunting
And your love is so taunting
Shit my health is a comedy
Fucked up
Loving got me fucked up baby
None left
Of anything I once was maybe
I’ll find myself
In all these fucked up paintings
Lust is there anything of us worth saving
Fuckin me up way too bad
There was never an us, I should’ve knew that
And I’m dead outta luck and you construed that
And you ran outta lust you put me through that
I been seeing crows fuck doves
You’re too damn fucked up
I hate who I’ve become
I did it all for your love
Bronem just be thumbing racks
I know you gon want me back
I know you was plotting but you wouldn’t ever tell me that
comin from the bottom
if we spinning then we coming back
running ain’t an option, aim for heads and watch us blow em back
why’s this shit feel so unreal
why would I gift if you were to steal
heart made of glass, with a mind of steel
“put it in the past” bitch what’s your deal
Losing all my confidence
i’m confident you’re evil
leave no choice i’m feeling optionless
fuck options i don’t need em
and my voice is all I got for this
my hands should never meet her
but i swear to you i’ll ring her fucking neck out
when i see her
man she flipped my life, i’m upside down you won’t believe it
i been talking to myself I can’t converse with all my demons
I know we have different views, but you don’t live through what i’m seeing
look what the fuck you made me do, i carved “i miss you” imma leave it
I been seeing crows fuck doves
You’re too damn fucked up
I hate who I’ve become
I did it all for your love
Bronem just be thumbing racks
I know you gon want me back
I know you was plotting but you wouldn’t ever tell me that
comin from the bottom
if we spinning then we coming back
running ain’t an option, aim for heads and watch us blow em back