Your Love – Mallrat
I know your type, what you likes
A young corpse bride, cold as ice
I’m alive but I’m on fire
If that’s alright, I want
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
And I know that you wanted me like her
In the palm of your hand like a lighter
All the lights make me wanna be lighter
I don’t care if I’m wrong, I’m a writer
I’m alive, and I’m on fire
If that’s alright, I want
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the f_ckin’ tip
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on it, name on it
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the f_ckin’ tip
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your, bullet with your…
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the f_ckin’ tip
(Killa, killa, what the f_ck you gon’ do?)
I’ve got a bullet with your name on it, name on it
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the f_ckin’ tip
Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on it, name on it
