Jensen Reed - Belladonna (Ft. Silla of Binary Star)

Intro

The girls look so good, the girls look so good
The girls look so, the girls look so
The girls look so good

Verse 1

You’re off ledge, you need head shrinkage and meds
You seemed so sweet when we met
Now I wanna beat Cupid to death
You been checkin’ my calls, texts, and emails for females
My FB seeing if I leave trails
Constantly vexing, beefing with my exes
Extremely jealous, think I’m creepin’ with you best friend
Your views are skewed you got some screws that’s loose
You be abusing dudes, I should’ve peeped the clues
Over every petty thing we feud
Why the hell did I ever sleep with you?

Chorus

Lies and envy, all your jealousy
Girl you’re killing me, yea you’re killing me

Verse 2

Girl thinks she got some cop in her
Staked outside my cut with binoculars
Even at my work I’m monitored, I told this officer
Listen, women give me rhythm ‘cause I’m popular
Just ‘cause I’m chattin’ up a bird don’t mean I’m poppin’ her
No need to go bezerk
I ain’t the spider trying to slide up in Miss Muffet’s curd
So really is the slicing of my tires deserved?
My gears burn at the curb
This ain’t healthy, this ain’t healthy
I’m hearing sirens, not wedding bells ring
You try to tell me this is what happiness is
When you acting like this we ain’t having no kids, ya dig?
Your views are skewed you got some screws that’s loose
You be abusing dudes, I should’ve peeped the clues
Over every petty thing we feud
Why the hell did I ever sleep with you?

Chorus

Lies and envy, all your jealousy
Girl you’re killing me, yea you’re killing me
Lies and envy (Belladonna), all your jealousy (Belladonna)
Girl you’re killing me (Belladonna), yea you’re killing me (Belladonna)

Middle 8

The girls look so good, the girls look so good
The girls look so, the girls look so
The girls look so good
The girls look so good but their brains are not ready
I don’t know…
I’d rather talk to a wall ‘cause their minds are unsteady
Here we go…

Light bulb, better beat it like Michael
Baby might blow, hide the knives yo
She’ll hit the phone, dial 5 – 0
Right or wrong yo, you’ll take a ride yo

You’re poison…I was blinded

Chorus