Wicked

Album: Untitled Skulls Project

Every time I think of you

I feel a little fucked up

Every time I think of you

I feel a little fucked up

I don’t think you get it

You made me wicked

 

I don’t want anybody no more

Take me out my body oh lord

Take me out my way, shit

Take me far away from this

Like new car, better get in

New spot, new women

You know god don’t listen

I can be your villain

 

I think I want blood

You should be running

I’m not who you loved

I’ve become a stranger

 

Every time I think of you

I feel a little fucked up

Every time I think of you

I feel a little fucked up

I don’t think you get it

You made me wicked

 

I don’t like anybody I see

You’re lookin like something I’d eat

I’m here for the kill, yeah

Chasing a feeling

I’m brand new in a bad way

I’m embracing my bad taste

I’m impatient

I’m blooming like a frag grenade

 

I think I want blood

You should be running

I’m not who you loved

I’ve become a stranger

 

Every time I think of you

I feel a little fucked up

Every time I think of you

I feel a little fucked up

I don’t think you get it

You made me wicked