COFFIN

Playboy bunnies laying on the couch
I got three sixes in my bank account
New toy, I think I wanna try her out (out)
Lose that dumb shit, give me what you owe me, run it
No discussion, grab the credit card and cut it
Louis luggage keep thinkin′ I'm gonna live out of it
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose

′Cause I'm about to spend a month's pay on cocaine
Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend, spit in his face
Take a motherfucking nine M to my brain
Put my body in designer in my coffin (coffin)

Chew toy, barrel laying in my mouth
Bon voyage, bitch, I′m heading out (bye)
No choice, the party drugs are running out
I′m freaking out

Lose that dumb shit, give me what you owe me, run it
No discussion, grab the credit card and cut it
Luis luggage think I'm gonna live out of it
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose

(Ugh, you′re a monster)

'Cause I′m about to spend a month's pay on cocaine
Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend, spit in his face
Take a motherfucking nine M to my brain
Put my body in designer in my coffin (coffin)

(Spend a month′s pay on cocaine)
(Fuck a, fuck a, fuck a boyfriend, spit in his face)
(Fucking, fucking, fucking nine M to my brain)
(Fuck a, fuck a, fuck a boyfriend, spit in his face)