Death Grip (Explicit)

Death Grip (Explicit) - Mali Velasquez

Lyrics by：Amalia Velasquez

Composed by：Amalia Velasquez/Josef Kuhn

Produced by：Josef Kuhn

I'm sorry for the things I've said

With a death grip

But this time I really mean it

When things get bad will you play dead

For a minute

I thought you really meant it

And we still act like strangers afterwhile

But I know that my efforts are futile

And you've been smoking Camel's since I was 9

Why do we act like strangers afterwhile

No one sleeps on the couch anymore

Do you still keep your keys at the top of the door

I hate it

'Cause I still can't ******* reach them

And we still act like strangers afterwhile

But I know that my efforts are futile

And you've been smoking Camel's since I was 9

Then why do we act like strangers afterwhile

If I fell

Right in front of you

Would you say

I'm in front of you

So I folded

Folded hard

Why go and fight it

Why go and fight

When we still act like strangers afterwhile

But I know that my efforts are futile

And you've been smoking Camel's since I was 9

Why do we act like strangers afterwhile