
Lost Art of Murder Lyrics
- Genre:Pop
- Year of Release:2020
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Lyrics
Roll a four
Roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in
paradise
Like before you didn't mind
Someone else washed up in
Every day
What a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer
The only thing you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
Than a bird that's a burden
To your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind
Don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
Said too much
Been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
Change your life
Just might change her mind
Her mind
All the fours
Or all the nines
I lost my phone in
Pay as you go
You say your a killer
the only thing you're killing is your time
Done too much
Think it'll change her mind
If you change your life
Just might change their minds