Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. . Pain, stress, my brain can't even rest.
Well he don't need me, Cause he wants to be free. Well he left me right out the door last night. But then he calls me, Cause he needs me. I feel torn inside.
Youre the sun in my sky,. And youre my secret lullaby.. Youre everything to me.. Youre the one I love,. And youre the one im thinkin of.. Youre everything to me..
First verse: prince poetry. . I be the prince, mastermind of lyrical bomb threats. Green beret just to take it to the next. Lets, observe this worldwide, what's the status?.
[Verse 1]. Should've known better than to make me believe. Why couldn't you be there when I called?. Sitting now together you just fall apart. When I needed you to be strong.
Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. . Pain, stress, my brain, can't even rest.
Leave expectations at the door. Just let your eyes explore. My cinematic flair. From my boot to derrière. I've got a lacy silken feel. With arms as hard as steel.
Must be you if the phone don't ring. Here I am obsessing. He loves me, yeah, he loves me not. I tell myself I should just learn to shut up. No I need to be like you.
Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. . Pain, stress, my brain, can't even rest.
In the beginning it was worth this. Do the worst, feel complete. Passing standards others meet. (What we do best). Now perfect endings make you anxious.
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism. Which gives a response, for the automatic. Clip to release projectiles in single file. Forcing me to ignite then travel through the barrel.
You're too loud, I'm so hyper. On paper we're a disaster. And I'm driving you crazy. It's my little game. . I push you and you push back. Two opposites so alike that.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yo, Mr. Soundman, we would very much appreciate it. (Yes indeed). If you add a tad bit more mids. And a little more lows to the mic.
Poison on your lips. Fatal little kiss. Once you've been bit. Ain't no getting over it. . Oh, come on baby. Oh, don't keep me waiting. Don't leave me broken hearted.