Lyrics
I know your type, what you likes
A young corpse bride, cold as ice
I'm alive but I'm on fire
If that's alright, I want
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love is love
And I know that you wanted me like her
In the palm of your hand like a lighter
All the lights make me want to be lighter
I don't care if I'm wrong, I'm a writer
I'm alive, and I'm on fire
If that's alright, I want
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love is love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love is love
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on, name on
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
Hi-hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your, bullet with you, bullet with you, bullet with you, bullet with you
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
Killa, killa, what the fuck you gon' do?
I've got a bullet with your name on, name on
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I've got a bullet with your name on, name on
