Dead to Me - InVisions

One time we’re steady giving no fucks

And all you fake motherfuckers better know what’s up, what, what

You’re pulling out and we’re pulling up

In the driveway of your main bitch

This dick leaving her shook

Who are you to question who I am?

You think you’re so fucking special yet I don’t give a damn

Opportunist tryna play a game you’ve already lost

I’ll fucking make you wish our paths had never crossed

Ignite the fuse, your doomsday’s closing in

It’s fucking closing in I swear

What’s happened, mouth is silent, have you lost your nerve?

You’ll die inside as you watch your empire burn

One time we’re steady giving no fucks

And all you fake motherfuckers better know what’s up, what, what

You’re pulling out and we’re pulling up

In the driveway of your main bitch

This dick leaving her shook

I wanna know you’re suffering

You better fear for your life 'cause I’ve come to take everything

You dug you’re grave with every sin

And I just want you to know i don’t regret a fucking thing

Another nail in the coffin

You dug your grave with every sin

And I just want you to know i don’t regret a fucking thing

One time we’re steady giving no fucks

And all you fake motherfuckers better know what’s up, what, what

You’re pulling out and we’re pulling up

In the driveway of your main bitch

This dick leaving her shook

What do you say to somebody you hate?

Yeah, you dumbass motherfucker, time we set this straight

There ain’t no way around it, who you tryna front?

'Cause when all’s said and done

You’re still a cunt

You’re still a cunt

You fucking wretched worthless waste of skin

You sicken me

I’ll pull the trigger, watch you fall down to your fucking knees

You’re dead to me (You're dead to me)

You’re dead to me

One time we’re steady giving no fucks

And all you fake motherfuckers better know what’s up, what, what

You’re pulling out and we’re pulling up

In the driveway of your main bitch

This dick leaving her shook

You’re dead to me

And all you fake motherfuckers better know what’s up, what, what

You’re dead to me (You're dead to me)

And all you fake motherfuckers better know what’s up