Alba s touto skladbou:
Best Kind Of Mess,
Blood,
Ad Nauseam,
Controlling Crowds,
Things We Lost In The Fire,
FIDLAR,
You, do you know that bad girls go to hell?
Up to your neck in shit, like a plague words spread.
There’s no getting over it.
You better bite your tongue,
Cover up your tracks.
You know you’re down to get fucked.
I know what you are.
You’re like a dark cloud, that follows me around.
Like a virus with no cure.
You’re like an angry crowd,
I’m a riot in the streets.
You’re a cheap little whore.
Cheap whore 2x
Putting words in their mouths,
Till they choke to death.
There’s no getting over it.
You’re more deceiving than most,
You tiptoe around like another ghost.
I know what you are.
You’re like a dark cloud, that follows me around.
Like a virus with no cure.
You’re like an angry crowd,
I’m a riot in the streets.
You’re a cheap little whore.
Don’t make me think any less of you now,
I won’t believe a dirty word from your mouth.
Don’t make me think any less of you now.
I won’t believe a dirty word from your mouth.
I´m what you lost 2x
You’re like a dark cloud, that follows me around.
Like a virus with no cure.
You’re like an angry crowd,
I’m a riot in the streets.
You’re a cheap little whore.
You’re like a dark cloud, that follows me around.
Like a virus with no cure.
You’re like an angry crowd,
I’m a riot in the streets.
You’re a cheap little whore.
You’re a cheap little whore,
You’re a cheap little whore.
Yeah, hahaha, you’re a cheap little whore.
