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casisdead - venom lyrics
[chorus: dora jar]
(run)
i wanna see you on the run, run (run)
chase you into the setting sun for fun
(watcha back, boy)
sink my t__th in titanic love (you’re spooky, you’re spooky)
inject you with my venom, venom, venom
[verse 1: casisdead]
swerving through the traffic like a prat
going 60 in a 30 in this aston that’s in black (it’s in black)
i’m tryna steer and rack this gak
hit the curb
f_cked my tracking, now i’m driving on a flat
i swear i told her it was over (yeah)
came outside the crib to dirty scratches in the motor
blowing up my microtac, motorola
can’t remember if she said she’s bi or bipolar
the smiley face was just an act
now it’s clear this chick is tapped
ain’t escaping this intact
check my track record
it’s just crazy i attract
death threat up on the mirror
it’s in illamasqua matte
it’s cute, but i don’t like to laugh
should’ve seen the psychopath
driving in the cycle path
flashbacks of when she threw the toaster in the bath
it was a shock to say the least
i didn’t think she’d go that far
[chorus: dora jar]
i wanna see you on the run, run (run)
chase you into the setting sun for fun
(watcha back, boy)
sink my t__th in titanic love (you’re spooky, you’re spooky)
inject you with my venom, venom, venom
[verse 2: casisdead]
yeah
park the v8 vantage where i live
it got tense up in the garden
they got tape outside the crib
bl__dy fingerprints all on the fridge
matching my new chick who’s missing
asked if i know where she is (f_ck knows)
under suspicion so i’m stressed
i know who it was
just don’t know how she got my new address (f_ck ’em)
bm texting me all vexed, wants her pound of flesh
asking who this b_tch is i let pick our kids up from the creche
sh_t
put the blower down in shock
trouble written right through her like a stick of rock (stick of rock)
should’ve clocked
now i’m driving round the block
hoping that i find them quick before the divers in the docks (splash)
get back and she’s sat on the bed
stood and put the sushi chef kitchen knife up to my head
little sort said she’s sorry, she was off her meds
long story short, apparently the wedding’s end of feb
[bridge: dora jar]
cross my heart
hope you die
if you’re not mine, i’ll make you mine
lost my heart, out of time
you crossed the line, oh, i’ll make you mine
[chorus: dora jar]
i wanna see you on the run, run (run)
chase you into the setting sun for fun
(watcha back, boy)
sink my t__th in titanic love (you’re spooky, you’re spooky)
inject you with my venom, venom, venom
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