Umbrella (feat. Veela)

Cause I would cry And I would be done so I could die Alone and unloved I'm not alive Don't trust the thugs on either side And since you lied I made you a parting gift surprise A drink at your desk when you arrive Diluted by drugs and cyanide I treasure how it sounds Yell out while you're broken Nice panic on the ground I've done my job And now I'm gone