Too much of anything is bad for you
I wish I knew that 'bout a month or two ago
We made our bed but it's not made for two
Video game that you know you'll lose
I know it's true but
I feel six feet underneath the ground
Dig my own grave to get me out
I'm haunted by her every night
She's heaven sent but hell replied
She's a bouquet of barbed wire
Yellow Lambo with a flat tire
Like c*****e to a highflyer
Such a bad girl but what a good liar
Like a tattoo that starts fading
Hollywood smile but you know she's faking
First bullet in a cease- fire
Such a bad girl but what a good liar
Ohh ohh
Ohh ohh
What what a good liar
If she's a crime then you can lock me up
Throw away the key 'cause I don't give a f**k no more
I'll do my time then she'll get back in touch
It all makes sense but I'm so confused
I know it's true but
I feel six feet underneath the ground
Dig my own grave to get me out
I'm haunted by her every night
She's heaven sent but hell replied
She's a bouquet of barbed wire
Yellow Lambo with a flat tire
Like c*****e to a highflyer
Such a bad girl but what a good liar
Like a tattoo that starts fading
Hollywood smile but you know she's faking
First bullet in a cease- fire
Such a bad girl but what a good liar
Ohh ohh
Ohh ohh
What what a good liar
Ohh ohh
Ohh ohh
What what a good liar
I feel six feet underneath the ground
Dig my own grave to get me out
I'm haunted by her every night
She's heaven sent but hell replied
