Tiramisu

(Punkstar) yeah, I need my cake dough
(Gothboiclique) cold
And I see ghosts inside my 'Cedes coupe

I see ghosts in my 'Cedes coupe
I need my cake dough, tiramisu
You couldn't live wit' what I'm livin' through, I know (I know)
These diamonds hurt that bitch she try to get too close
(Bitch don't try to get too close)
(I see ghost in my 'Cedes coupe)
(I see ghosts inside my 'Cedes coupe)
(I need my cake dough, tiramisu)

I got ghosts inside my Audi coupe
I'm drivin' fast and I'm thinkin' 'bout you (I'm thinkin' 'bout you)
GBC, I break my bones for you
My heart you can split it in two
'Cause I know something's eating you, ooh
(Yeah something keeps on eating me alive)

I was so stupid, but then I found you
I feel so useless when I'm around you
There's somethin' in the way that you held my hand
There's somethin' in the way, but that was my bad
Always on my phone and I'm in the back
The same old song, I'm used to that
Somethin' in the way that I refused to act
Like it was all ok, you stabbed me in the back, yeah

Gothboiclique
Saw me in the background
Eyes lookin' so, so red
Heart keeps feelin' like so mislead
I said I was comin' over, left that text on read
I'm in hell, left for dead

My love is not for sale
My heart is in chains, I need bail
I'm sick, wish me well
I wish I could go back, wishing well
I see demons when I'm dreaming
How could I love you? I don't even love breathing
You were in the club, I was there too
GBC for life, got the tattoos

I say wake up, baby, I can't wake up
I saw you in past tense, baby in the past life
You went and raised the stakes up
I've got a restless heart and I shake up
I break bones for you that you make up

Ghosts in my 'Cedes coupe
I need my cake dough, tiramisu
You couldn't live wit' what I'm livin' through, I know (I know)
The diamonds hurt that bitch she try to get too close (bitch don't try to get too)

I see ghosts in my 'Cedes coupe
I need my cake dough, tiramisu