bonnie & clyde Lyrics

Two bloody perfect souls

They're wanted yes they know

Two bloody perfect souls

They're never getting old

Hold up my mind just froze

Who fucked this up?

I don't know

So watch me backtrack

Where's my fucking dab pen

Smoking 'til I'm back bent

Then I fuck your girl friend

What's that?

Backing

Sipping on the Wockhardt

That girl give me some back scars

I'm fucked up but I'm that hard

Yeah I'm that hard.

I fucked up again, I just slept with your friend

She tatted her tummy, you went for revenge

You roll with a shotgun, you squeeze it and laugh

The tattoo is gone now and so is her breath

Two bloody perfect souls

They're wanted yes they know

Two bloody perfect souls

They're never getting old

Whats fucked up:

I start to miss you, I don't miss you

I'm in denial, I'm sitting watching your trial

I'm thinking "Damn she look good

Tied up in cuffs, man I could…"

Nah wait that's crazy talk

Then I start the crazy plot, making bombs

Find out security routes, curtains where gas has been doused

Sit with a drink in my mouth, I ponder if visits allowed

Shake off the logical doubt, set nav to the courthouse

My consciousness just isn't around, I promise I can't live without…

I blew through the doors and the cops started dying

I shot at the judge and the jury were silenced

I reach out said, "Baby grab onto my arm" 

And when the dust settled baby we were gone

Two bloody perfect souls

They're wanted yes they know

Two bloody perfect souls

They're never getting old