You treat me like a hair tie,
Treat me like a cigarette,
I could treat you like Juliet.
I could treat you like my Juliet.
My Juliet.
I could feel the cocaine as it burns my throat.
I could be your Death Wish.
Are you ready to die.
'coz I don't need no lies,
I don't need no bitch.
Are you ready to die?!
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