A Bad Day to Be a Witch

LA City's full of witches and they're coming for me I found a new piece of my soul but it wasn't for free She kept rubbing my back as I drank her tea Asked about my wounds just to watch me bleed A narcissistic f*ck, make another cover up Read between the lines but don't drink of ya own cup A narcissistic f*ck, make another cover up Read between the lines but don't drink of ya own cup In the blink of an eye, she was flying from me She took a piece of my soul, I said it wasn't free I've got her holdin me back by the grit on my teeth It has me questioning myself "How did I end up here?" "How did I end up here?" How did I, How did I how did I? A narcissistic f*ck, make another cover up Read between the lines but don't drink of ya own cup How did I end up here? How did I end up here?