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Hostile_Rampage - Mary's Got A New BBL Was It Worth It Lyrics



Hostile_Rampage - Mary's Got A New BBL Was It Worth It Lyrics




There's a tale in every town,
Of a girl who dreamt her shape would astound,
Went to find a surgeon's knife,
Thought she'd cut her pain in half and find a new life.

Mary was a church girl, raised on faith and light,
But somewhere down the road, her mirror started fights.
She scrolled through her phone, saw those perfect frames,
Said, "I'll pay any price to play that game."

The surgeon smiled and sharpened his blade,
Said, "Mary, dear, don't be afraid."
She wanted curves to make 'em swoon and sigh,
But never saw the way her soul would cry.

And the women line up like a never-ending train,
Chasing after beauty but inheriting the pain.
They think they're reaching heaven but they're falling down the stairs,
With a new, twisted version of themselves to bear.

Was it worth it, Mary, was it worth it now?
To feel pretty for a minute but end up in the ground?
The mirror lied and took your pride, it broke you piece by piece,
In the end, just a number on a cold, white sheet.

Mary's BBL didn't heal quite right,
She spent her nights awake, wincing in fright.
She thought she'd turn heads and hear catcalls,
But all she found were phantom pains and endless hospital halls.

The doc went home, slept just fine,
While Mary was tangled in a morphine line.
No flowers at her grave, just a name in stone,
While another woman paid up and got on that throne.

And the next one comes with hope in her eyes,
But she don't see the ghosts with scalpel scars disguised.
They haunt these halls, they never leave,
Each step they took with dreams deceived.

Was it worth it, Mary, was it worth it now?
To feel pretty for a minute but end up in the ground?
The surgeon moves to the next, with a smile and a plan,
Just another buyer for his blood-stained hands.

The preacher said, "From dust to dust,"
But they never speak of the dreams that rust.
For every Mary, there's a surgeon who grins,
In this endless cycle where the soul always thins.

Was it worth it, Mary, was it worth it now?
To feel alive in a stranger's body, then death came somehow?
The surgeon's got no guilt, no cross to bear,
While another fool falls for his empty snare.
"No, no, no, no..."

Mary's gone, and the cycle goes on,
In this town, they'll never learn, just keep pressing on.
Was it worth it, Mary? Was it ever worth it at all?
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There's a tale in every town,
Of a girl who dreamt her shape would astound,
Went to find a surgeon's knife,
Thought she'd cut her pain in half and find a new life.

Mary was a church girl, raised on faith and light,
But somewhere down the road, her mirror started fights.
She scrolled through her phone, saw those perfect frames,
Said, "I'll pay any price to play that game."

The surgeon smiled and sharpened his blade,
Said, "Mary, dear, don't be afraid."
She wanted curves to make 'em swoon and sigh,
But never saw the way her soul would cry.

And the women line up like a never-ending train,
Chasing after beauty but inheriting the pain.
They think they're reaching heaven but they're falling down the stairs,
With a new, twisted version of themselves to bear.

Was it worth it, Mary, was it worth it now?
To feel pretty for a minute but end up in the ground?
The mirror lied and took your pride, it broke you piece by piece,
In the end, just a number on a cold, white sheet.

Mary's BBL didn't heal quite right,
She spent her nights awake, wincing in fright.
She thought she'd turn heads and hear catcalls,
But all she found were phantom pains and endless hospital halls.

The doc went home, slept just fine,
While Mary was tangled in a morphine line.
No flowers at her grave, just a name in stone,
While another woman paid up and got on that throne.

And the next one comes with hope in her eyes,
But she don't see the ghosts with scalpel scars disguised.
They haunt these halls, they never leave,
Each step they took with dreams deceived.

Was it worth it, Mary, was it worth it now?
To feel pretty for a minute but end up in the ground?
The surgeon moves to the next, with a smile and a plan,
Just another buyer for his blood-stained hands.

The preacher said, "From dust to dust,"
But they never speak of the dreams that rust.
For every Mary, there's a surgeon who grins,
In this endless cycle where the soul always thins.

Was it worth it, Mary, was it worth it now?
To feel alive in a stranger's body, then death came somehow?
The surgeon's got no guilt, no cross to bear,
While another fool falls for his empty snare.
"No, no, no, no..."

Mary's gone, and the cycle goes on,
In this town, they'll never learn, just keep pressing on.
Was it worth it, Mary? Was it ever worth it at all?
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Writer: Osayevbere Iyangbe John (Hostile_Rampage)
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Performed By: Hostile_Rampage
Language: English
Written by: Osayevbere Iyangbe John (Hostile_Rampage)
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