Luyện nghe bài hát Louis Vuitton Bodybag

Stab you with
and hold hands.
Blew out my birthday
that you were dead.
Slice you to
Lay to.
Let's each other lobotomies!

Slit your and zip you up.
I won't up your pretty make-up.
Tell friends try not to brag.
You're sleeping in a Louis bodybag.

Bodybag,Bodybag...Bodybag.

(To be
we have to ourselves.)

Pretend that I you
for year.
myself
So I'll disappear.
Your red-dipped
look strawberries-
But gashes look like
self-injuries.

Slit throat and zip you up.
I won't fuck up your make-up.
your friends try not to brag.
You're sleeping in a Vuitton Bodybag.

Depression. My new obsession. Home home. Self-mutilation like a sick art show (x3)

Slit throat and zip you up.
I fuck up your pretty make-up.
Tell friends try not to brag.

To be We have to destroy ourselves.
sleeping in a Louis Vuitton Bodybag. Bodybag. Bodybag. Bodybag.

I you to.