TWICE REMOVED Lyrics by Jane Remover
And the *** was three years ago, it feels like a million
Three years ago, I could’ve touched a million
Three years ago, I had that magic in my hand
I’m waking up this morning, thinkin’ ***’s depleted
I-I-I shook some hands they mad they couldn’t keep it, yeah
This is how our love is sad, you tappin’ out
This is how our love is sad, you tappin’ out, yeah
*** got so old so fast
*** got good so my boys hid the cash (Boys hid the cash)
*** got good so the boys in my bag again, and
I don’t do this for those feelings I still have, yeah
I sing to the crowd, I don’t think you hear me God
It’s gettin’ real, Grim Reaper on my ass (Yeah)
Grim Reaper on my ass (Yeah)
Grim Reaper on my ass
So where we going now?
They talk about me different when our friends are around
Go higher than the ceiling just to lick my mouth
I base my life on the sound
*** was 03, 03
***, I’m Avril Lavigne
Z-Z-Zero-Zero, twice removed XP
I don’t see you- see you counting, I know how you ***
H-H-Haha, haha, jack my- jack my swag
03, 03, sketch the police
Someone bailed you out, twice removed deceit
What you wanna say, run the footage back
Haha, haha, jack my- jack my swag
Two can play, but two’s a crowd
So there’s two of me, I’m clonin’ out
Two can dance, get the music loud
You a dead man flexin’, show some ass now
Dea—
Dead man suckin’, take the track out
There’s two of me (Two of me), I’m clonin’ out
D-D-Dead man flexin’, show some ass now
This is how our love is sad, you tappin’ out (Yeah)
This is how our love is sad, you tappin’ out (Yeah)
This is how our love is sad, you tappin’ out (Yeah)
This is how our love is sad, you tappin’ out (Yeah)
*** got so old so fast
*** got good so my boys hid the cash (Boys hid the cash)
*** got good so the boys in my bag again, and
Speak on me and *** yourself, or go home
If you don’t put me on the shelf, thru the phone
Nothing’s so *** except the music I own (Yeah)
Grim Reaper on my ass (Grim Reaper on my ass)
Grim Reaper on my ass
These are the feelings I just needed to know
Everybody cares, everybody knows
Independent, no new friends, but some old foes
They hum the tune, don’t know how it goes
It’s sad you tappin’ out
This is how our love is sad, you crashin’ out
Felt some real pain, turn to something ugly
Real shame, when I go pray you above me
Two can play, but two’s a crowd
There’s two of me, I’m clonin’ out (Ohh)
Two can dance, get the music loud
You a dead man flexin’, show some a—
J-