I could get a kill shot, honey But you might not love it Want to tell the cops, no time But your head's still pressing Want it in and out, give me five When I pull up, no one else is around Flickin' on the TV when you cry We could turn my heels to your bed, right? I could get a kill shot, honey But you might not love it Want to tell the cops, no time But your head's still pressing Want it in and out, give me five When I pull up, no one else is around Flickin' on the TV when you cry We could turn my heels to your bed, right? You could pull up on me, still gonna make it Fuckin' grind tight, fuckin' grind tight I'm down to pieces inside Wondering if you're ever getting by Wondering if you're ever getting home Wondering So, running down to pieces inside Wondering if you're ever getting by Wondering if you're ever getting home So, go How are you making love if you're dead? Nothing's ever been here in the sand Now I'm getting high, it's on the band I could get a kill shot, honey Played with your food for the last three summers Kicked up the roof, tryna aim like gunners Popped off a few on the hillside Coughed up a rock in my throat so hard Throwing up blood all over the yard Running around shooting my guns, look, I'm over it Hey, hey, hey Talking girl, you can't be talking so Now you're talking girl, so I could get a kill shot, honey But you know how I love it Run to the cops, no telling But your head's still busting Running in and out, give me five When I pull up, no one else is around Flicking on the TV when you cry You could turn my head and it's too good a fight Yeah, I've always wanted to make it Fuckin' crazy Fuckin' crazy