Bullet For My Valentine (Scott And Ramona) 15 Minute Studio Session lyrics

[Intro]
Hell, you've been a wonderful audience
For our last song, we goin' in
Yeah, ah
Woah, woah, woah, ha-ha
999, yeah
(Mula talk to 'em)

[Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I know you love me, but I know I'm not enough
I know you're regretting the day you fell in love
You see me falling victim to the double cup
Past mistakes keep catching up
Guys from the past coming after ya
This sh*t like Scott & Ramona
In love with you, ain't even know ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Evil ex, you always telling me about the evil ex
You tell me it's somethin' I gotta experiеnce
I feel like I can't compare, likе
Why in the hell do you care, still?
His name in my ear like dead bells
How the f*ck should I feel?
When I know he's caressing you in your head still
[Bridge]
Damn, life hit me hard that time-time-time
I'ma serve my time-time-time
Heart break sentence for life-life-life, life-life

[Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I know you love me, but I know I'm not enough
I know you're regretting the day you fell in love
You see me falling victim to the double cup
Past mistakes keep catching up
Guys from the past coming after ya
This sh*t like Scott & Ramona
In love with you, ain't even know ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
No connection
You tell me there was no connection
Once upon a time, there was Wi-Fi
But that system started failin', yeah
Ventin' to me, tattle-tellin', yeah
You not from here, you're an alien
You told me that you're from Mercury
Let's take off, I guess I'll meet you there (At your home planet)
I'm gone off the Jack-son, no Janet
You hate it when I'm high, sit down, you can't stand it
Funny thing is we both get high, god damn it
South by Southwest, she was off the Xans ramblin'
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I know you love me, but I know I'm not enough
I know you're regretting the day you fell in love
You see me falling victim to the double cup
Past mistakes keep catching up
Guys from the past coming after ya
This sh*t like Scott & Ramona
In love with you, ain't even know ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Don't be alarmed, when I run away full speed
When I run away full speed, b*tch don't be alarmed
When I run away full speed
When I run away full speed
b*tch don't be alarmed
When I run away full speed
b*tch get away from me

[Verse 4]
Full Speed ahead, yeah, yeah
Run through the head, yeah yeah
Cupid got me f*cked up this time
I'll be getting f*cked up this time
Run through the head, suicide again
I'll see you in the next life
I'll see you in the next life
You're crystal bright, right?
She ain''t worried bout my sun sign, sign
She just worry bout my moon sign, sign
She's asking me bout crystals and ask if it's an issue
If I carry it all times
Meditate until my soul evaporate
.40 on my hip like who gon die today
I just want some peace, want some inner peace
I got all the enemies
I got all the enemies and inner enemies
Demons in my soul they won't let go
I dont trust a soul feel like Metro
[?] stickin to me like I'm velcro
No adidas but this nina give you shell toes
I was balling on my ex like an M1
Draco on me and I tote it like a handgun
If he talkin he get caught about the random
f*ck that b*tch because I'm young rich and handsome
They can't f*ck with the kid if they wanted
We smoke n*ggas like we smoke marijuana (yeah)
Roll up backwood up in the backwoods
Got the packwood, old me up to no good
Play that b*tch like Hendrix
f*ck her to till my music kick her out, thought I was kiddin
They was talking tough, till I pull up and tote that smith n (ayy)
Feel like Stevie Wonder, I can see you n*gga, ain't got no vision (uh)
f*ckin that b*tch in the back of the passenger, you know im going
Off of a molly and zanny, a vicodin you know im rolling
Dont give a f*ck if police patrolling, run up on him I smoke em
All these n*ggas be jokes, I'm gon' pull his card right, like he playing poker
I'm gon' take his soul, right?
Feel like the Illuminati
b*tch I got the shawty, I'll shoot up your party
That b*tch off the molly, n*gga beg your pardon
I'm gon push the start in, I'm gon push to start it
I get cash regardless, cost you shoppin at target
Gucci on me for a bargain, pull up on his ass he flossin
I be robin, b*tch I feel like a rich snob
R. Kelly with the sh*ts, b*tch I'm p*ssed off
I'ma beat his face in and he get locked jaw
They gon try to book a man, look like Matt Lock
Smokin good weed with some bad cops, uh ayy
Totin good guns and some bad opps
[Verse 5]
Keep it on me, that's true, uh
Aimin at me like fool, uh
I'm a real n*gga, huh
Ain't a fake n*gga like you, huh
Livin like you bulletproof, huh
f*ck n*gga, ain't bulletproof
I'ma let them bullets through
Ima let them through, huh
Get top in my coupe
Ménage up in the coupe
n*ggas full of lies
I hit em with the truth
I been living life
Like a limitless pill
Like i'm bullet proof
I take limitless pills
Cause im bulletproof
Ima dog on that b*tch
Just like Snoop Dogg
Ima dog on that b*tch
Just like Kusuko
I f*ck one that lil b*tch
I need two hoes
Revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge, to match my new clothes
Ball super hard, f*ck is you on?
Pull up, just like top gear
You could drop the top here, you could give me top here
Rifle and a raincoat, hold on
Mmm, top gear
I pull up like top gear
You could drop the top here
You could give me top here
Rifle like a reindeer, yeah
Rifle like a Russian
Aim it at your head
More than a concussion
f*ck n*gga you dead
Ain't up for discussion
Treat my b*tches like my money
I'm gon keep em comin (ayy)
Treat my b*tches like my fans
I'm gon keep em runnin (ayy)
Feel like Birdman or Lil Wayne
Cause you know im stunnin (ayy)
Feel like Drake or something
Started from the bottom
Keep new magnums on me at all times
Gun and condom
On the scene fly
On the scene you floggin
I feel like I'm Batman
Had to lose Robin
I was still robbin
Still ghetto snobbin
Still at the top with my n*ggas, we was mobbin
Real sh*t
I can't make this up hoe
Put your makeup on hoe
Cause you know you not cute
Pull up in that sh*t like skirt, huh
That's the drive through
Pull up on this block and let it go just like a drive through
And I got them orders
Whippin' on that water
Plug, can't pronounce his name but I know he came from across the border
Drugs, take them too much I'm outta order
Rugs, bodies under them we ain't gon' discuss it
Xans in my stomach, give a party like a plumber
She say I'm goin' dumb, had to turn up and go dumber
.40 on me it's dumpin', I'm gon' pop the trunk up it then I smash your pumpkin
I don't give a f*ck, f*ck him if he ain't talk about nothin'
Pull up on him he get changed, kinda like the subject
Designer on me I had to change, started flossin
Started saucin'
Lay off work it's everyday cause I'm a boss
Pull up on'em, huh, ayy, let it off, huh, ayy
I sip codeine everyday to heal the cough, huh, ayy
On my di*k, give me some air, b*tch, please get off, huh, ayy
f*ck with me, you gon' get shot, you gon' get c*cked
Count it up, money on me always, gun on me always
Life's a book you stupid hoe, we not on the same page
I grew up getting money, taking money and all that
You talkin down to me, catch a bullet hole in your bald cap
Yeah I can ride for real, in the trap I'm trapped for real
n*ggas fake they act for real, I was pulling up act for real
But n*gga you not in the field, run up on me get popped like a pill
Everyday got my weapon concealed, run up on me I'm shooting to kill
n*gga better write all of your wills
I need to feel on the real, I need to feel on the real
I overdose on the pills, uh vicodin, exciting sh*t
I pop a molly and oxy, out of my body, I got your body
b*tch I be feeling like Ozzy
Kamikaze bombing on that b*tch's son
Told that b*tch that she should suck my di*k or something
I be making cash, n*ggas make assumptions
Me I'm making something always out of nothing
My hair's not out, but my bands stay out
Passed out, OD on my couch (ayy)
Took one, huh, double cup my lean, huh
Double cup my lean, huh
Red lights on my Glock, huh
I just bought a beam, huh
Od on the lean, huh
Lean, huh, Supreme, huh
Ballin' on that hoe, huh
Yow, huh, like mean, huh
That lil' b*tch ain't mean, huh
That lil' b*tch, who? (ayy)
That lil' b*tch been the meanest, huh
That lil' b*tch, uh (ayy)
That little b*tch love me, that little b*tch
That little b*tch love me, that b*tch a druggie
That b*tch need her make up because that b*tch is ugly
So she can't touch me, pull up on the scene just me
Check a n*gga like Nike, huh, goyard i'm like damn
What's that price, b*tch pricey
Bought that hoe then leave, shoot the party then leave
Off of the molly I leave, she run my di*k like a steed
I got the sh*t that she need, b*tch I'm hungry I'm a feed
Pull up on her I'ma shoot
Pull up on where I'm a beast, n*ggas from over east
We go crazy in the streets, we go brazy in the streets
[?] to me, there's some lil' sh*t to me
Pills got me in my head dawg, got me feelin' like I'm dead dawg
4-4 my bulldog, shoot a f*ck n*gga head off
I'm so official, f*ck shootin' guns, I'll get a missile
Yeah, when I start, b*tch, stop
Pull up on the scene, Rollie on me, stop watch
Pants saggin''cause I tote a big Glock
30 on me, I'm gon' let it off
You still got the safety on, don't know how you a killer
You know that I don't got my safety on
I pray that your n*ggas gone when I pull up
Cause if they there I'm gone get your n*ggas gone
Yeah we could play, like come on
We could play, like an opp
We could play, shoot at cars
We could play with them opps
You don't wanna see us play with them opps
We could play, like an opp
We could play, shoot at cops
We could play with them opps
You don't wanna see us play with them opps
I'ma stay calm and count my commas
But if you want smoke then im loadin up llamas
I'ma stay calm and count my commas
But if you want smoke then im loadin up llamas
Army on my side b*tch all of us is heroes
We don't really got no sidekick
Posted up at hills, whipping up that yell
Serving it to your parents haha
Posted up at [?] whipping out that yell and serving it to your parents
He ain't never dreamed of taking trips to Paris, he would only dream of breaking on A-Mass
Cooking up, yeah, with that work, uh, aye
Serving everywhere, sold that sh*t at church, uh, yeah
All I know is get the cash, pop a perk, uh, ayy
Go crazy everyday, that's the motto, ayy
Live my real life like it's Grand Theft Auto
Don't believe me? Look inside my closet, there's a semi-auto
Don't believe me? Look inside my trunk, there's a fully auto
Pop you like a bottle, then I'll f*ck your model
She won't see tomorrow, yeah
Codeine double
I sip that sh*t when I feel like I'm in trouble
Ballin' on YX I need a triple double
Ask me where this bout, b*tch it's about the hustle
Flexin' on these n*ggas don't gotta move a muscle
Flexin' on these n*ggas don't gotta move a muscle
Flexin' on these
Double cut my troubles away, I'ma do that
Choppa in my Gucci bag, not afraid to shoot that
I be wavy as hell, like a durag
Pull up on his team, get his whole crew snapped off
Pop off like a soda, codeine in my soda
Got the force like Yoda, yo
Pop off like a soda, codeine in my soda
Got the force like Yoda, dawg
Pop off like a soda, codeine in my soda
Got the force like Yoda, that b*tch is a Xbox
I am her controller, I'ma run the whole sh*t
Kinda like a motor, plug in like a modem
Ball like Lamar Odom, crack like Lamar Odom
Smack like Lamar Odom
I'm the best to ever do it, I don't know who told ya
This yo girl then why she she over here grabbing my scrotum
I'm on top of everything, can't nobody stop me
I am not a Rolex b*tch, you can't watch me
I am not a Hublot b*tch, you can't clock me
Yes I got a good car b*tch, you can block me
Pull up in that new thing, feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Swag on these hoes, designing my clothes
Change my wardrobe like I change hoes
Like I said all girls acting like the same hoe
Pull up shooting like a gun range hoe
But if you die you ain't coming back this is not a gun game hoe
President like Saint Hope
But if you die you ain't coming back this is not a gun game hoe
President like Saint Hope
f*ck that b*tch and then I kick her out
And you kissing her my di*k was in her mouth
You really think that sh*t is out
You f*ck that b*tch for the clout
You f*ck that b*tch but she trout
You f*ck that b*tch but it's trout, ha
Do it for the clout
She told me I should follow her on insta
She was sending pictures
Her ass smoking swishers
And she got a n*gga
Go figure
All these b*tches lowkey have an enigma
All these b*tches lowkey have a stigma
All these b*tches lowkey have an enigma, ha
I get ya
But no we cannot take a picture
Vibe on that b*tch
Vibe on that beat
She gone f*ck with him
Then she gone f*ck with me
Cause I got all the green
Killer on the scene
Ya OD on the lean
Purple in the red
Pull it up make it bleed
Make the sprites bleed
Bad b*tch be a mega dark bleed
She'll fight for me, she'll die for me
Told her 9 for me, work a 9 to 5 for me
Snakes in the grass, don't think I can see
Trap house bag, whipping out them keys
b*tch I'm on your ass
Snakes in the grass
Don't think I can see the trap house back

[Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I know you love me, but I know I'm not enough
I know you're regretting the day you fell in love
You see me falling victim to the double cup
Past mistakes keep catching up
Guys from the past coming after ya
This sh*t like Scott & Ramona
In love with you, ain't even know ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah