Oh you make me sick I don't wanna talk right now Oh I'm feeling sick Going through a lot right now Every time we talk It ends with you back in my bed Every time we talk I think you rather fuck me instead I don't know how to feel right I wish that I could feel right Come alive in the moonlight Pop one, get your mood rightVino Tarantino I feel better off dead Pump me full of lead So much into my system I done lost my head I feel better off dead Pump me full of lead So much into my system I done lost my head Love me now, won't be here long Couple months I will be gone When I'm gone just play this song When I'm gone they'll sing alongVino Tarantino Oh you make me sick I don't wanna talk right now Oh I'm feeling sick Going through a lot right now Every time we talk It ends with you back in my bed Every time we talk I think you rather fuck me insteadI don't know how to feel right I wish that I could feel right Come alive in the moonlight Pop one, get your mood right Oh you make me sickI don't wanna talk right now Oh I'm feeling sick Going through a lot right now Every time we talk It ends with you back in my bed Every time we talk I think you rather fuck me instead I don't know how to feel right I wish that I could feel right Come alive in the moonlight Pop one, get your mood rightTrevor Daniel Okay, vámonos No time to waste Especially not on this game So I kiss her just for my convenience And I'm sick of it How to flip the script? Time for a taste of your own medicineYou don't wanna be first, girl I can tell you felt me feelin' Relapsed back around again Think I need another pilly We'll last back and forth I'd rather you fucking kill me Is it really that bad? Yeah it is, really, reallyVino Tarantino Oh you make me sick I don't wanna talk right now Oh I'm feeling sick Going through a lot right now Every time we talk It ends with you back in my bed Every time we talk I think you rather fuck me insteadI don't know how to feel right I wish that I could feel right Come alive in the moonlight Pop one, get your mood right Oh you make me sickI don't wanna talk right now Oh I'm feeling sick Going through a lot right now Every time we talk It ends with you back in my bed Every time we talk I think you rather fuck me instead I don't know how to feel right I wish that I could feel right Come alive in the moonlight Pop one, get your mood right
