Better Luck Next Time

[Chorus]
Better luck next time, chop it up some more
Eyes putrid, I'm throwing up, aching for some more
I hate them hearts I see em all the time, rhyme or die, living life, killing mine
Aching for some loving, die

[Verse]
It's not the same shit
Bitch, I pull up on your man and slit his fucking wrists
Hang him on the ceiling and paint the whole room red
Bitch, I pull up on your man and take his fucking head
I'm sane, I'm sane, don't think so
Alive, my god, the theme goes
Red dot, my eyes, a blinker
Red dot, my еyes, I sink her

[Chorus]
Bettеr luck next time, chop it up some more
Eyes putrid, I'm throwing up, aching for some more
I hate them hearts I see em all the time, rhyme or die, living life, killing mine
Aching for some loving, die