overtonight – bleeding w/kxll Lyrics

bleeding w/kxll Lyrics by overtonight
(Feat. KXLLSWXTCH)

Uh, why can’t we just talk ’bout shit?
We can fix the problem if we discuss it
Riding in the blacked out Cullinan
I don’t like to talk much ’cause I cannot fit in

Yuh, I guess there’s something in my brain
That’s telling me you’ll never change
I looked for hours in your eyes
But all I found was your dumb lies

Uh why can’t we just talk ’bout shit?
We can fix the problem if we discuss it
Riding in the blacked out Cullinan
I don’t like to talk much ’cause I cannot fit in

Yeah, I’m a stalker, I’ma watch her moves (Uh- huh)
I’ma watch everything that that girl do (Bitch, yeah)
I’m nauseous, I cannot stop it
Often I throw up when I’m watching you
I guess there’s something in my brain
That’s telling me you’ll never change
I looked for hours in your eyes
But all I found was your dumb lies

Uh why can’t we just talk ’bout shit?
We can fix the problem if we discuss it
Riding in the blacked out Cullinan
I don’t like to talk much ’cause I cannot fit in

La- la- la- la, la- la- la, la- la- la- la- la- la
La- la, la- la- la, la- la- la- la- la
Uh, my cigarette’s burning out again
Uh, I’m bleeding ’cause I’m needing
More love ’cause you’re tearing me to pieces
Uh, you’re leaving when I’m needing
You most so you’re leaving me bleeding
Oh, who knows what goes on inside my head
When you’re not around, my smile don’t exist
I like you, everybody else can suck my dick
Crash my car into your house so you got nowhere else to live
Try to front into a smile if I try hard enough to squint
Yeah, we’re married in a house with picket fences in my head
But she keeps on telling me that we’re just friends
Oh, what a bitch, bitch, bitch
I mean, baby, can we rewind?
I’ve been fucked up in the head since I was knee- high
When you’re with me, you think how you’ll never be mine
Girl, you’re fucking selfish, why can’t you think on your own time?
I can’t wait until I get a hold of her
She can’t wait to murder me when I strike a nerve
I can’t remember my dreams, it’s all a blur
I’d be ashing cigarettes on designer fur