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lyrics
Verse 1:
There she's sittin'
with a scythe in hand, she's on a mission
the minutes tickin' away, wish I could grip 'em
but I'm slippin'
And everytime I try to leave she keeps followin'
So, "'till death do us part" is the motto then
I'm swallowin' my pride
but I'm still hollow inside
'Cause one day we gotta collide
Hook:
Femme reaper follows me
Yeah, she's gone' be the death of me
Death of me...please let me be
Break:
You went from my angel to the angel of death
I must be crazy as hell to think heaven is left
Shit, I should feel blessed for every breath in my chest
but this is torture...
Verse 2:
and I'm 'bout to force your hand
'Cause you keep pointin' the finger of judgement 'cause of course you can
'Cause you the head bitch in charge right?
You got your black hoody on, kind of fittin'
It'd be cliche' to say you're makin' a killin'
But I'm feelin' the wrath and it's murder she wrote
Don't I at least deserve a quote?
She never heard when I spoke...oh...
(Hook)
Break:
And you say it ain't over 'till you say it is
Well, baby I sure pray it is
'Cause I don't know how much more I can take of this...
Verse 3:
Ain't this a bitch though?
I guess that's what they say life is...
'till I'm layin' there lifeless
and I know what the price is
I sold my soul to a devil just like this
So I don't have much to offer
so I guess I'm a goner
so why even bother?
(Hook)
credits
from Soul Blue,
released March 5, 2012
Performed by D1
Written by D1
Produced by D1
Additional guitar by Jorge Gavidia
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