Sunday Best Lyrics
- Genre:Metal
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
I've got a razor blade tongue in me
Winged eyeliner and a count down from 3
Your knuckles white; mine brass see
Dress for the job you want sweet pea
Blood on my Sunday best
Lipstick no bulletproof vest
A woman was made to kill no doubt
Dear fuck around and find out
We're born prey but only on their account
I'm the ringer you've been warned about
Take a bullet
Trigger pull it
I call bullshit
Vigilante looks it
Bitch boy books it
Not a good fit
Best I could get
Chance took it
Ladder shook it
I should quit
Be a good kid
But I'm red hooded
Not flatfooted
How to put it
Fuck your crooked
Wood fence
You took in
Broken bookends
With lost footprints
Black footage
Burning the foot bridge
So I dress my Sunday best
And don't put on a smile to impress
I'm the shot-caller no less
A woman who came overdressed