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dashypoot - rabies babies lyrics

could you prove me wrong?
could you prove me wrong?
prove me wrong
could you prove me wrong? (you know what i think?)
prove me wrong (you know what i think?)
could you prove me wrong?

i think you don’t give two sh_ts about me
cause twice, so quick, you were up and gone
could you prove me wrong?
could you prove me wrong? (could you prove me wrong?)
could you even prove me wrong?
i think you twisted the truth and painted a p_rn
cause i see him twisting you to songs
could you prove me wrong?
could you prove me wrong?
could you even prove me wrong?

thanks for the lyrics and thе bloodstain all over my jeans
what the f_ck do you want with mе?
you make me feel so sick to my steering wheel
what the f_ck is your deal?
you know i can’t see anything without looking through your face
you’re in every song, picking up your breadcrumbs
i’m having no fun, a self_harming home run
don’t wanna die, but i can’t live till’ you show up
from the mound, i see your little slugger wants me dead
and honestly, he can go right ahead
in my head sometimes
all the times that i’m left wondering
“who let the candle die?”
are you an impossible burger or are you telling the truth?
you said i’m your religion just to never show me proof
i wanna feel god
i wanna feel god on my roof
you said i’m your religion just to never show me proof

i miss the woods where i lost my leg to a buzzsaw
cause at least you were there to clench my hand through it all
every second on video
never go in the city, though
the t__th you brought out can’t speak for what i let in
just two little dead kids
singing ”you got a death wish”
maybe next time we’ll try not to put our dog down
can i just be your rabies?
can i just be your rabies? (crying like a baby) (bite my fingers lately)
can i just be your rabies?
can i just be your rabies?

thanks for the lyrics and the bloodstain all over my jeans
what the f_ck do you want with me?
you make me feel so sick to my steering wheel
what the f_ck is your deal?
can’t see anything without looking through your face
you’re in every song, picking up your breadcrumbs
i’m having no fun, a self_harming home run
don’t wanna die, but i can’t live till’ you show up
i can’t do this anymore
i can’t do this anymore
i can’t do this anymore
i can’t do this anymore

(oh f_ck, i can’t do this anymore)
(i can’t_ i can’t destroy my voice anymore)
(f_ck)

- dashypoot

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