[Some Chords]
[Instrumental]
[Sofi Needs A Ladder]
[Verse 1]
Let's play musical chairs one of my favorite games
Especially now that you and I have traded place
You walk around in shoes that don't fit for a change
There is no way for you to win this race
Crisscross and turn your shirt inside out
You like to think I can't figure you out but the tables have turned
What goes around comes around, you're about to get burned
Flip the script, you're checking in, I'm checking you out
[Verse 2]
You're just too sweet till you get on my nerves and hurt like cavity
You left a bad taste in my mouth, my sour patch kid
You and me, it's no mystery, no magic trick
Let me hear this broken record again, just press repeat
I can be your new favorite waste of time and you'll be mine
All I want is your attention, it's all the same thing
Are you in? What's it gonna be?
Don't roll with the punches, make it hard for me baby
[Verse 3]
Drop you like a needle on the record, scratch my itch
Watch you walk in circles hit the beat
Drop you like a needle on the record, flip my switch
Go around in circles, hit the beat
[A City In Florida]
[Instrumental]
[Bad Selection]
Ba-a-a-a-ad selection [x11]
[Animal Rights]
[Instrumental]
[I Said (Michael Woods Remix)]
[Refrain (repeat)]
I said
[Cthulhu Sleeps]
[Instrumental]
[Right This Second]
[Instrumental]
[Raise Your Weapon]
[Verse 1: Greta Svabo Bech]
Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy
Launch your assault, now, take it easy
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon
One word and it's over
Ripping through like a missile, ripping through my heart
Rob me of this love
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon
And it's over
[Verse 2: Greta Svabo Bech]
Love your ego, you won't feel a thing
Always number one, the pen with a bent wrist, crooked king
Sign away our peace for your war
One word and it's over
Dropping your bombs, now, on all we've built
How does it feel now to watch it burn, burn, burn?
Raise your weapons, raise your weapons
And it's over
[Interlude: Greta Svabo Bech]
Ripping through like a missile, ripping through my heart
Rob me of this love
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon
And it's over
How does it feel now
To watch it burn, burn, burn?
[Verse 3: Greta Svabo Bech]
Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy
Launch your assault, now, take it easy
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon
One word and it's over
Ripping through like a missile, ripping through my heart
Rob me of this love
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon
And it's over
Love your ego, you won't feel a thing
Always number one, the pen with a bent wrist, crooked king
Sign away our peace for your war
One word and it's over
Dropping your bombs, now, on all we've built
How does it feel now to watch it burn, burn, burn?
Raise your weapons, raise your weapons
And it's over
[One Trick Pony]
Pump the brakes, you're a red flag, red light
Holding up for stop signs, I'll never be sloppy seconds
Go ahead, take them back, your one, two, three minutes
All you do is take, take, taking off the little
Got more going on I'd rather be eating glass
Stick hot needles in my eyes, go ahead and tap that ass
Draw them up, yeah like there's candy
Girl, I ain't trying to connect or paint a picture
I'm not in it, never will be
You can't be me, get your freak on
You can suck it, they've all seen it
And you liked it, now who wants it?
Cotton candy sugar high
Break your bones when you come down
You're a one trick, my trick pony
Who's next to hop on
The ride, ride, ride
About to bring a blood spill
We've both been there, what's the next stop? I won't sit still
Back to bring up what's real
We've both been there, what's the next stop? I won't sit still
Pump the brakes, you're a red flag, red light
Holding up for stop signs, I'll never be sloppy seconds
Go ahead, take them back, your one, two, three minutes
All you do is take, take, taking off the little
Got more going on I'd rather be eating glass
Stick hot needles in my eyes, go ahead and tap that ass
Draw them up, yeah like there's candy
Girl, I ain't trying to connect or paint a picture
I'm not in it, never will be
You can't be me, get your freak on
You can suck it, they've all seen it
And you liked it, now who wants it?
Cotton candy sugar high
Break your bones when you come down
You're a one trick, my trick pony
Who's next to hop on
The ride, ride, ride
About to bring a blood spill
We've both been there, what's the next stop? I won't sit still
Back to bring up what's real
We've both been there, what's the next stop? I won't sit still
[Everything Before]
[Instrumental]
