Death of Me (feat. Vinyl Party)

She's a born sinner Take it to the printer Looking for a winner Little wine, little dinner Moving in the shadows With her fingers on the trigger Take whatever's hers Then she's onto something bigger Chasing highs that we'll never really know Everybody checkin' baby everywhere she go She hurtin' 'em, inverting 'em And everybody know But it's hard to talk about her With her nails on your throat She says she loves me but I'm not bad enough So when I've had enough I go back for more I think she drugged me cause I'm not standing up So when I've had enough I go back for more What, but what the hell just happened? The devil wearing Prada But the devil in me paying With the hope she'll make it nada But the whole enchilada ain't enough to get Ramada keys, sheet music Insert innuendo but it's probably a no-go Up shit's creek on a No Doze So I don't miss a minute Of her playing with my mojo Use it as a chaser, sips it with a laugh Looks back, gives a wink Spits it back into the glass Hits the dance floor Looking for a victim in distress With a dollar to invest In a killer in a dress She loving me and leaving me And leading me on And willingly she killing me And steering me wrong She gonna be the death of me And she couldn't care less A bullet in the chest for the killer in the dress Yes, she so heartless, hard to impress But harder to imagine her with anybody else She gonna be the death of me And I mean it on the real I knife in the back from the killer in the heels I'm running for my life Got me running for the hills Cause she gonna be the death of me I can't take all that she gives me And I cant give all that she takes away I won't live to see the morning light Why's that? Cause she won't dare let me escape No way, no way No way, I'm in her grasp, I'm in her bed She in my head, drunk off my ass and on the fence She is my past and present tense And seeing how the future looks grim I'm giving in I thought of you, but where you been? I must do all that I can One man vs. a woman's plans 100 proof, one lie, 100 truths I call a truce, but killing me is nothing new But killing me is nothing new Killing me is nothing. Noose She loving me and leaving me And leading me on And willingly she killing me And steering me wrong She gonna be the death of me And she couldn't care less A bullet in the chest for the killer in the dress Yes, she so heartless, hard to impress But harder to imagine her with anybody else She gonna be the death of me And I mean it on the real I knife in the back from the killer in the heels I'm running for my life Got me running for the hills Cause she gonna be the death of me She gonna be the death of me And she couldn't care less A bullet in the chest for the killer in the dress Yes, she so heartless, hard to impress But harder to imagine her with anybody else She gonna be the death of me And I mean it on the real I knife in the back from the killer in the heels I'm running for my life Got me running for the hills Cause she gonna be the death of me If I should die Before I wake It was her