Inhalation of a ghost
Pain and pleasure fills my lungs
And all these guns are pointed in my f*cking mouth
Where'd the bullets go?
I washed them down with your requited love
So hold my hand don't die alone
Can't think straight it's these f*cking ghosts
This goddamn f*cking home
No
Look at your
Look down at your
Look at your plate
You say it tastes great
I'll gladly debate
My visions splitting now
I'm f*cking seeing two of you
What the f*ck did it do?
It poisoned the food
It must've happened when
I wasn't in the f*cking room
Our faces turning blue
It's like we swallowed glue
Swallowed glue
My visions splitting now
I'm f*cking seeing two of you
Two
What the f*ck did it do?
Of
It poisoned the food
You
It must've happened when
I wasn't in the f*cking room
Swallowed glue
Look down at your
You say it tastes great
I'll gladly debate
I Think They Lied - PLATE (feat. G4te) Lyrics
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Inhalation of a ghost
Pain and pleasure fills my lungs
And all these guns are pointed in my f*cking mouth
Where'd the bullets go?
I washed them down with your requited love
So hold my hand don't die alone
Can't think straight it's these f*cking ghosts
This goddamn f*cking home
No
Look at your
Look down at your
Look at your plate
You say it tastes great
I'll gladly debate
My visions splitting now
I'm f*cking seeing two of you
What the f*ck did it do?
It poisoned the food
It must've happened when
I wasn't in the f*cking room
Our faces turning blue
It's like we swallowed glue
Swallowed glue
My visions splitting now
I'm f*cking seeing two of you
Two
What the f*ck did it do?
Of
It poisoned the food
You
It must've happened when
I wasn't in the f*cking room
Swallowed glue
Look down at your
You say it tastes great
I'll gladly debate
Pain and pleasure fills my lungs
And all these guns are pointed in my f*cking mouth
Where'd the bullets go?
I washed them down with your requited love
So hold my hand don't die alone
Can't think straight it's these f*cking ghosts
This goddamn f*cking home
No
Look at your
Look down at your
Look at your plate
You say it tastes great
I'll gladly debate
My visions splitting now
I'm f*cking seeing two of you
What the f*ck did it do?
It poisoned the food
It must've happened when
I wasn't in the f*cking room
Our faces turning blue
It's like we swallowed glue
Swallowed glue
My visions splitting now
I'm f*cking seeing two of you
Two
What the f*ck did it do?
Of
It poisoned the food
You
It must've happened when
I wasn't in the f*cking room
Swallowed glue
Look down at your
You say it tastes great
I'll gladly debate
Writer: Evan Gaskill, Sean Wall
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid