I fly back down to Michigan Bring the picture of the key I show the locksmith Nigel And then he laughs at me
The key is something digital He can't recreate So I track her down to New Orleans To ask her on a date
Man I should've done this A way long time ago I pretend it was an accident When I'm at the same hotel
"Hey there miss, remember me?" "We used to have a ball." She tells me she is excited And agrees that we should talk
Yes Lets have a drink Lets have a talk Lets meet at your place at Nine So we do We drink some wine We talk about old Times Then she cries She says her sorry I tell that it is Fine I move in close I hold her tight I tell her to relax or
If she moves I'll break her neck This is for Everything! Anytime! Anything! Breaking me Leaving me Stealing keys Comes to an end She Cries Stop But I don't see Why I should When she Didn't for me
I say Fine But It's Too late
I didn't mean to kill her But I gone done did it I wish I could've told her It was all over Love, love, love And money
So I grab her bottom lip I pull the mouth wide open Then I pull out my key It was covered in Stomach Acid...
Then I book my flight I head back to Geneva I don't believe in God But I do believe I'm evil
I think about my life I ponder my decisions I walk into the bank With 20/20 vision
I open up my lock box I only found a note It reads "I'm sorry that I left you" "But you have been set up, love." I rub my eyes and turn around Sure enough I had been found Two guys approach me and put a gun to my head They told me how lucky I am to be dead I kneel down and feel a pinch All I taste is smoke and soot
Don't trust Your luck
Played my cards and now I see This whole time she was playing me The only people you can trust Are in control of your blood's luckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
