I wanna dress up like a sl*t! lyrics

[Intro: Vyzer]
おはよう, Vyzer

[Chorus: Vyzer]
What's your problem, b*tch?
I dress like a whore
Drop onto the floor
No father figure
I might pull the f*cking trigger
And I really, really, really wanna dress up like a sl*t
But I really, really, really wanna stab you in the guts
Guess I'm bipolar, f*ck her through the night
Show her that I wanna fight
Show him that I wanna use him like a kite
Guess I might put a hole into the side of your head
Suicide, bloody nails, it is, oh, so lovely red

[Post-Chorus: Vyzer]
Call me a whore
I keep wanting more
Shut the-shut the door
Don't you dare call me addicted, thеre's just bottles on the floor
And I know it seems a liе, but I feel better than before
At least that is what I think, I don't know it anymore

[Verse: Vyzer]
I don't wanna go back, back to the times where we held back
So many f*cking mistakes I wanna take back
No thought process, where the f*ck is my brain at?
Call me 'fessor Frink 'cause these sounds are weird as f*ck
I-I think my feeling's stuck
I-I think she tryna f*ck
I-I think I'm gonna fill myself with drugs
[Bridge: Vyzer]
Pop a pill and add some spice
Pop a Xanny, do it twice
Stab a needle, ain't precise
I-I ain't takin' no advice

[Verse: ?]
And I wish you know what it takes
To tolerate these f*cking fakes
They will label you snake
I wanna stomp your f*cking face

[Verse: k1lltr4sh]
I-I-I love that white dress of yours
Can't wait to turn it red
Baby, don’t leave me behind
Or you might just end up dead—
I know you hate scrolling through your feed
You can’t sleep without me
I get f*cked up, then I leave
It’s a daily routine

[Pre-Chorus: k1lltr4sh]
Mix my ALC with some coke
I’m getting crossed
Designer drugs with my friends
Yeah, I’m too busy having fun
Wait no more
My legs aren’t working, I need to find the door
Shawty, please pass me some water, before I pass out on the floor
[Chorus: Vyzer]
What's your problem, b*tch?
I dress like a whore
Drop onto the floor
No father figure
I might pull the f*cking trigger
And I really, really, really wanna dress up like a sl*t
But I really, really, really wanna stab you in the guts
Guess I'm bipolar, f*ck her through the night
Show her that I wanna fight
Show him that I wanna use him like a kite
Guess I might put a hole into the side of your head
Suicide, bloody nails, it is, oh, so lovely red