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RUIN ME Video (MV)




Performed By: Vegas Monroe
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Vegas Monroe




Vegas Monroe - RUIN ME Lyrics




Got it bad
Gotta make the money, slam the foot on the gas
Gotta run real far with the money
Counterfeit in my head
Probably wish I was dead

Lets go fast
110 on the 70 dash
Wipe him off of his feet, on the street
Give him sweet, let him cheat
Make it count, it's his last

You can ruin me but don't tell me who to be
It's okay, let it happen you'll be free
I can never miss out let him pout
FOMO dumb
Let him out
I'm trying but it's not working out
If you see the gun run
Don't look back now
Run and let me handle him
I'll take him out

It's the money for me catch it please
Too strong of a scent tied to his knees
Please believe I will not leave
Unless you get onto your knees
Welcome friends to the candy shop
His fingers and bones hold up the props
Shut up and handle it
Cannibalistic imminent
But don't eat me I'm poisonous
I don't think you can handle this
Six feet deep under concrete streets
Be careful of me cuz you're dead meat

I can't breathe
Can't be alone on the street
I may jump in front of cars hit me hard
Send me right to the stars
Land on mars, take me far while I'm dead on the bar

Sinking ship, I'll talk my shit
Cuz I don't care, don't give a shit
Won't imitate
Won't take the bait
Cuz I don't care, won't save your ship

You can ruin me but don't tell me who to be
It's okay, let it happen you'll be free
I can never miss out let him pout
FOMO dumb
Let him out
I'm trying but it's not working out
If you see the gun run
Don't look back now
Run and let me handle him
I'll take him out
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Got it bad
Gotta make the money, slam the foot on the gas
Gotta run real far with the money
Counterfeit in my head
Probably wish I was dead

Lets go fast
110 on the 70 dash
Wipe him off of his feet, on the street
Give him sweet, let him cheat
Make it count, it's his last

You can ruin me but don't tell me who to be
It's okay, let it happen you'll be free
I can never miss out let him pout
FOMO dumb
Let him out
I'm trying but it's not working out
If you see the gun run
Don't look back now
Run and let me handle him
I'll take him out

It's the money for me catch it please
Too strong of a scent tied to his knees
Please believe I will not leave
Unless you get onto your knees
Welcome friends to the candy shop
His fingers and bones hold up the props
Shut up and handle it
Cannibalistic imminent
But don't eat me I'm poisonous
I don't think you can handle this
Six feet deep under concrete streets
Be careful of me cuz you're dead meat

I can't breathe
Can't be alone on the street
I may jump in front of cars hit me hard
Send me right to the stars
Land on mars, take me far while I'm dead on the bar

Sinking ship, I'll talk my shit
Cuz I don't care, don't give a shit
Won't imitate
Won't take the bait
Cuz I don't care, won't save your ship

You can ruin me but don't tell me who to be
It's okay, let it happen you'll be free
I can never miss out let him pout
FOMO dumb
Let him out
I'm trying but it's not working out
If you see the gun run
Don't look back now
Run and let me handle him
I'll take him out
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Writer: Vegas Monroe
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