BACKSTABBER (feat. TOVA) Lyrics

If you could choke upon your feelings, I’d try swallow them whole

And if it’s bliss you’re looking for, well I’m afraid it’s gone cold

You we’re such a fucking loser til you threw me ashore

But with that smug look on your face

I just can’t help but feeling

My God, you’re so much cooler than me

Don’t know who you are

Don’t know what you stand for

Cause you’re driving the fast car

And I’m tight-gripped on these handles

Through the smoke I see your haze

And the joke I see your face

What’s the good in lucky?

My back felt fine til your knife got bloody

The devil on my shoulder says to set you alight

And the angel on the other says the devil is right

Sinking your teeth like a python

Amoral to tainting your mind

The bitch I adored is a bygone

And she’s breathing down my spine

Don’t know who you are

Don’t know what you stand for

Cause you’re driving the fast car

And I’m tight-gripped on these handles

Through the smoke I see your haze

And the joke I see your face

What’s the good in lucky?

My back felt fine til your knife got bloody

Walk slow like I'm packing a jackhammer

Hammered on a bottle I'm such a backstabber

Stab proof vodka full proof vest

I set smoke detectors off with

With the fire that's on my breath

Full-time liar

Part time person

Radio edits gonna skip this version

Suicide shots in my blood shot eyes

If the bloods not hot

Then the heat can't rise

I'll take myself off of this earth

And you wouldn't have a clue

If I'm too much for me

I'm far too much for you

Just leave

Stitch up my back clean the blood off the the floor

Wash your hands clean

Drain me

Say what you want you’re just a backstabber

I’m trying to grow

But you’re stitching me up like I’m your voodoo doll

Wash your hands clean

Drain me

Say what you want you’re just a backstabber

Don’t know who you are

Don’t know what you stand for

Cause you’re driving the fast car

And I’m tight-gripped on these handles

Through the smoke I see your haze

And the joke I see your face

What’s the good in lucky?

My back felt fine til your knife got covered in blood

You’re such a backstabber

You’re such a backstabber