Death grips - You might think he loves you for your money but i know what he really l

Get so fuckin' dark in here
Come come fuck apart in here
I die in the process
You die in the process
Kettle drum roll hard shit
Fuck I said fucker don't start shit
Come come fuck apart in here


I hover above you
Life pulled out your mouth
I become you
Opening of the mouth
Unlawful possession
Jellyfish in cold sweat deep end
Hollow shell twitch disconnection
Pupils swell
My entrance
Hijacked no questions asked
Stretch you on like latex mask
My sigil's your epitaph
Come come fuck apart in here I die
I'm not you
Fear
You wear it well
Mademoiselle
Here's to your destiny
Hysterics scream help
Don't worry in a few you'll all be somewhere else
Prepare yourselves
Freelance motherfucker

Get so fuckin' dark in here
Come come fuck apart in here
I die in the process
You die in the process
Kettle drum roll hard shit
Fuck I said fucker don't start shit
Come come fuck apart in here

Writers: ANDREW MORIN , ZACHARY CHARLES HILL , STEFAN CORBIN BURNETT

Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED

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