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Message I'ma send another message Planes I'm making out of paper Throw 'em out over the terrace, baby Precious I work better under pressure I work my thing out in the mirror I'm perfecting my expressions, precious I'm shooting at you, stupid (Yeah-yeah) Your name is on the bullet (Yeah-yeah) Quit playing Russian roulette (Yeah-yeah) You son of a gun Baby, I would kill for ya You're so sick, there ain't a cure for ya Drop a million dollar bill for ya Hy-hy-hysteria, hysteria Madness Microdosing on the exes Wait until you give me access Bad decisions in your absence, ambitious I'm shooting at you, stupid (Yeah-yeah) Your name is on the bullet (Yeah-yeah) Letras de cancionesQuit playing Russian roulette (Yeah-yeah) You son of a gun I'm shooting at you, stupid (Yeah-yeah) Your name is on the bullet (Yeah-yeah) Quit playing Russian roulette (Yeah-yeah) You son of a gun Baby, I would kill for ya You're so sick, there ain't a cure for ya Drop a million dollar bill for ya Hy-hy-hysteria, hysteria I would kill for ya You're so sick, there ain't a cure for ya Drop a million dollar bill for ya Hy-hy-hysteria, hysteria From Letras Mania