Letras
Message
I'ma send another message
Planes I'm making out of paper
Throw 'em out over the terrace, baby
Precious
I work better under pressure
I work my thing out in the mirror
I'm perfecting my expressions, precious
I'm shooting at you, stupid (yeah-yeah)
Your name is on the bullet (yeah-yeah)
Quit playing Russian roulette (yeah-yeah)
You son of a gun
Baby, I would kill for ya
You're so sick, there ain't a cure for ya
Drop a million-dollar bill for ya
Hey, hey, hysteria, hysteria
Madness
Micro-dosing on the exes
Waiting 'til you give me access
Bad decisions in your absence, ambitious (ah)
I'm shooting at you, stupid (yeah-yeah)
Your name is on the bullet (yeah-yeah)
Quit playing Russian roulette (yeah-yeah)
You son of a gun
I'm shooting at you, stupid (yeah-yeah)
Your name is on the bullet (yeah-yeah)
Quit playing Russian roulette (yeah-yeah)
You son of a gun
Baby, I would kill for ya
You're so sick, there ain't a cure for ya
Drop a million-dollar bill for ya
Hey, hey, hysteria, hysteria
Kill for ya
You're so sick, there ain't a cure for ya
Drop a million-dollar bill for ya
Hey, hey, hysteria, hysteria