HELL REPLIED

Too much of anything is bad for you
 I wish I knew that 'bout a month or two ago
 We made our bed but it's not made for two
 Video game that you know you lose
 I know it's true, but
 I feel six-feet underneath the ground
 Dig my own grave to get me out
 I'm haunted by her every night
 She's heaven-sent, but hell replied
 She's a bouquet of barbed wire
 Yellow Lambo with the flat tire
 Like cocaine to a high flier
 Such a bad girl but what a good liar
 Like a tattoo that starts fading
 Hollywood star but she knows she's faking
 First bullet in a ceasefire
 Such a bad girl but what a good liar
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 What, what a good liar
 If she's the crime then you can lock me up
 Throw away the key 'cause I don't give a fuck no more
 I'll do my time then she'll get back in touch
 It all makes sense but I'm so confused
 I know it's true, but
 I feel six-feet underneath the ground
 Dig my own grave to get me out
 I'm haunted by her every night
 She's heaven-sent, but hell replied
 She's a bouquet of barbed wire
 Yellow Lambo with the flat tire
 Like cocaine to a high flier
 Such a bad girl but what a good liar
 Like a tattoo that starts fading
 Hollywood star but she knows she's faking
 First bullet in a ceasefire
 Such a bad girl but what a good liar
 ♪
 What, what a good liar
 ♪
 What, what a good liar
 I feel six feet underneath the ground
 Dig my own grave to get me out
 I'm haunted by her every night
 She's heaven-sent but hell replied