Prom Dress lyrics

[Intro]
I can hear you falling
When I say that you should
Call me, call me, call me
But no payback

When the night gets cold
And the high gets old

[Chorus]
I can hear you falling
When I say that you should
Call me, call me, call me
But no payback
When the night gets cold
And the high gets old, sometimes

You get a purse that's free
I'm in a hearse, fifteen
Said she want, sit on
The top of my di*k, on my jeans
I just be watching her working
And beating her demons

[Verse 1]
Awkward prick
Handing out bricks
With a porcelain di*k
Inside your b*tch
Let's talk this through
I'm stuck like glue
250 on the shoes
You respect me too

Lifeless, try less
It's no good to be reckless
I could be your princess
Your pretty like a prom dress

I could wear a skirt too
Pull up, I go "skrt" too
Chained up in the backroom
Call me 'fore I see you

[Chorus]
I can hear you falling
When I say that you should
Call me, call me, call me
But no payback
When the night gets cold
And the high gets old, sometimes

You get a purse that's free
I'm in a hearse, fifteen
Said she want, sit on
The top of my di*k, on my jeans
I just be watching her working
And beating her demons
[Verse 2]
Little b*tch, never rest
Blood pouring on the floor
Make a mess, be your best
Stay there 'till you're comfortable
Shawty want a kiss
So I bike down to the park
That sh*t is pure bliss
It's a Farcry in the dark
Joeseph Seed, woship me
Like I never been seen
Praise God, out of love
Praise you, out of heart
See your spark, never stray
Never park
Till you put a bullet in my head
Bench in the wrong park
That's that

[Bridge]
S.O.S
Save our souls less
Break my f*cking neck
Leave me with the stress (Over)
Bless
[Chorus]
I can hear you falling
When I say that you should
Call me, call me, call me
But no payback
When the night gets cold
And the high gets old, sometimes

You get a purse that's free
I'm in a hearse, fifteen
Said she want, sit on
The top of my di*k, on my jeans
I just be watching her working
And beating her demons

I can hear you falling
When I say that you should
Call me, call me, call me
But no payback
When the night gets cold
And the high gets old, sometimes

You get a purse that's free
I'm in a hearse, fifteen
Said she want, sit on
The top of my di*k, on my jeans
I just be watching her working
And beating her demons