Lil Peep - Come Over When You're Sober, Pt. 1 Lyrics
Benz Truck
Lil' Bo Peep with a brand new bitch
In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique
Iced out teeth on an iced out whip
With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick
Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (skrrt)
Always wanna f*ck, tell a bitch, "Good luck"
Always wanna f*ck 'cause I just came up, yeah
(GothBoiClique)
Lil' Bo Peep with a brand new bitch
In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique
Iced out teeth on a iced out whip
With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick
Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (skrrt)
Always wanna f*ck, tell a bitch, "Good luck"
Always wanna f*ck 'cause I just came up
Drugs in my nose, good drugs in my cup
I don't wanna wait now
But I know you gon' make me
Who you wanna hate now?
Pretty soon you gonna hate me (GothBoiClique)
Gettin' to the cake now
All the hate don't phase me
All the money that I make now
I'll never let it change me
I don't wanna wait now
But I know you gon' make me
Who you wanna hate now?
Pretty soon you gonna hate me
Gettin' to the cake now
All the hate don't phase me
All the money that I make now
I'll never let it change me
Lil' Bo Peep with a brand new bitch
In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique
Iced out teeth on a iced out whip
With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick
Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (skrrt)
Always wanna f*ck, tell a bitch, "Good luck"
Always wanna f*ck 'cause I just came up
Drugs in my nose, good drugs in my cup
Writer: Dylan James Mullen, Gustav Elijah Ahr, John P. Alderete, Robert J. Cavallo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Save That Shit
F*ck my life, can't save that girl
Don't tell me you could save that shit
All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit
You ain't gettin' nothin' that I'm sayin'
Don't tell me you is
Nothin' like them other motherf*ckers
I can make you rich (I can make you rich)
I can make you this, baby, I can make you that
I can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Growin' sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad
Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back?
Nothin' like them other motherf*ckers
I can make you rich (I can make you rich)
Nothin' like them other motherf*ckers
I can make you rich (I can make you rich)
F*ck my life, can't save that girl
Don't tell me you could save that shit
All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit
You ain't gettin' nothin' that I'm sayin'
Don't tell me you is
Nothin' like them other motherf*ckers
I can make you rich (I can make you rich)
I can make you this, baby, I can make you that
I can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Growin' sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad
Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back?
Down another lonely road, I go
Just another lonely road, oh
I just wanna know, I just gotta know
Do you wanna glow? Baby, we could glow
F*ck my life, can't save that girl
Don't tell me you could save that shit
All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit
You ain't gettin' nothin' that I'm sayin'
Don't tell me you is
Nothin' like them other motherf*ckers
I can make you rich (I can make you rich)
I can make you this, baby, I can make you that
I can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Growin' sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad
Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back?
Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back?
Nothin' like them other motherf*ckers
I can make you rich (I can make you rich)
Writer: Dylan James Mullen, George Astasio, Gustav Elijah Ahr, Jason Andrew Pebworth, Jonathan Christop Shave, Mike Blackburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Awful Things
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you do that
Helps me get through this without you
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you do that
Helps me get through this without you
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you move that on me
Love it when you do that on me
You like attention, I find it obvious
She makes it obvious for me
She feels the tension
It's just the two of us, it's just the two of us tonight
Burn me down 'til I'm nothin' but memories
I get it, girl (I get it, girl)
I get it, girl
Burn me down 'til I'm nothin' but memories
I get it, girl (I get it, girl)
I'm not the one
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you do that
Helps me get through this without you
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you move that on me
Love it when you do that on me
Don't you turn your back on me
Let your teardrops fall on me
Speeding away, the city in the rear view
Heart racing whenever I'm near you
Goth Boi jumpin' on stage
Carry me away, carry me away
Burn me down 'til there's nothing left
I will scream your name with my last breath
Take off your favorite dress
Lay your head on my chest
Diamonds, rubies and gems
You can have all of them
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you do that
Helps me get through this without you
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when move that on me
Love it when you do that on me
Writer: DYLAN JAMES MULLEN, GEORGE ASTASIO, GUSTAV ELIJAH AHR, JASON ANDREW PEBWORTH, JONATHAN CHRISTOPHER SHAVE, MIKE BLACKBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
U Said
Runnin' away from you takes time and pain, and I don't even want to
So I'm gettin' high all week without you
Popping pills, thinking about you (thinking about you)
Runnin' away from you takes time and pain
And I don't even want to
So I'm gettin' high all week without you
Popping pills, thinking about you
I wish I didn't have a heart to love you (I wish I didn't have a heart to love you)
I wish I didn't play a part to break you (I wish I didn't play a part to break you)
I wish I didn't do a lot of the shit I do (the shit I do)
And I wish you didn't too
Runnin' away from you takes time and pain
And I don't even want to
So I'm gettin' high all week without you
Popping pills, thinking about you
I wish I didn't have a heart to love you (I wish I didn't have a heart to love you)
I wish I didn't play a part to break you (I wish I didn't play a part to break you)
I wish I didn't do a lot of the shit I do (the shit I do)
And I wish you didn't too
Tell me that you hate me
Sometimes life gets f*cked up (f*cked up)
That's why we get f*cked up (we get f*cked up)
I can still feel your touch
I still do those same drugs
Sometimes life gets f*cked up (f*cked up)
That's why we get f*cked up (f*cked up)
I can still feel your touch
I still do those same drugs
That we used to do
I was used to you (I was used to you)
"What have you been through?"
She asked me
Every fun kind of abuse
If you love me too
You would give me you (you would give me you)
Hide me in your room
Don't tell me the truth
Everything you said (everything you said)
Stares inside my head (stares inside my head)
All the shit you said
All the blood I bled
Sometimes life gets f*cked up (f*cked up)
That's why we get f*cked up (we get f*cked up)
I can still feel your touch
I still do those same drugs
Sometimes life gets f*cked up (f*cked up)
That's why we get f*cked up (f*cked up)
I can still feel your touch
I still do those same drugs
Writer: Dylan James Mullen, George Astasio, Gustav Elijah Ahr, Jason Andrew Pebworth, Jonathan Christopher Shave, George Pimentel
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Better Off (Dying)
Chains on shining, you can see me riding
Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin'
You don't wanna find out, better off lying
You don't wanna cry now, better off dying
Chains on shining, you can see me riding
Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hiding
You don't wanna find out, better off lying
You don't wanna cry now, better off dyin'
Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in
Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it
We ain't gonna make it, we ain't gonna make it
Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in
Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it
We ain't gonna make it, we ain't gonna make it
I ain't gonna make it
But, I love it when you fake, yeah
Got her little heart in my hand
And I don't wanna break it
I ain't gonna make it
But, I love it when you fake, yeah
Got her little heart in my hand
And I don't wanna break it
Chains on shining, you can see me riding
Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin'
You don't wanna find out, better off lying
You don't wanna cry now, better off dying
Chains on shining, you can see me riding
Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin'
You don't wanna find out, better off lying
You don't wanna cry now, better off dyin'
Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in
Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it
We ain't gonna make it, we ain't gonna make it
I ain't gonna make it
But, I love it when you fake, yeah
Got her little heart in my hand
And I don't wanna break it
Writer: DYLAN JAMES MULLEN, GEORGE ASTASIO, GUSTAV ELIJAH AHR, JASON ANDREW PEBWORTH, JONATHAN CHRISTOPHER SHAVE, MIKE BLACKBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Brightside
I know that you want me, you know that I want you
The memories haunt me, I know that they haunt you too
But it's alright, you'll be fine
Baby, it's alright, you'll be fine
As long as you're mine, take a look at the time
It gets cold at night, when you're alone outside
But it's fine, I'll be fine
Pay me no mind, girl, pay me no mind
Just look at the brightside (just look at the brightside)
Just look at the club lights (rolling under the club lights)
I gotta look at the brightside (look at the brightside)
I guess she wasn't the one, right
This isn't what love's like
That's for sure
Help me find a way to pass the time (to pass the time)
Everybody telling me life's short, but I wanna die (I wanna die)
Help me find a way to make you mine (make you mine)
Everybody telling me not to, but I'm gonna try
Now I'm getting high again, tonight
I know that you want me, you know that I want you
The memories haunt me, I know that they haunt you too
But it's alright, you'll be fine
Baby, it's alright, you'll be fine
As long as you're mine, take a look at the time
It gets cold at night, when you're alone outside
But it's fine, I'll be fine
Pay me no mind, girl, pay me no mind
Just look at the brightside (just look at the brightside)
Just look at the club lights (rolling under the club lights)
I gotta look at the brightside (look at the brightside)
I guess she wasn't the one, right
This isn't what love's like
That's for sure
Help me find a way to pass the time (to pass the time)
Everybody telling me life's short, but I wanna die (I wanna die)
Help me find a way to make you mine (make you mine)
Everybody telling me not to, but I'm gonna try
Now I'm getting high again, tonight
Just look at the brightside (just look at the brightside)
Just look at the club lights (rolling under the club lights)
Just look at the night life (just look at the night life)
Watching the sun rise by my side
We gotta look at the brightside (just look at the brightside)
Rolling under the club lights (rolling under the club lights)
I gotta look at the brightside (just look at the brightside)
I guess she wasn't the one, right
This isn't what love's like
That's for sure
Writer: DYLAN JAMES MULLEN, GEORGE ASTASIO, GUSTAV ELIJAH AHR, JASON ANDREW PEBWORTH, JONATHAN CHRISTOPHER SHAVE, MIKE BLACKBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Problems
Spent a lot of time in the background
I know I spent a lot of time in the background
Everytime that we together, I black out
Everytime that we together, she tap out
I remember, but she part of my past now
I remember all this shit from the past now
Took a pill and we passed out
I made a deal with the devil
You know I got my problems (problems)
Know you got yours too (know you got yours too)
Hold on to my revolver (revolver)
They ain't looking for you (they ain't looking for you)
Oh, girl, don't even bother (bother)
Why she act brand new? (Why she act brand new?)
Take what the devil offer (offer)
I got nothing to lose (I got nothing to lose)
Spent a lot of time in the background
You know I spent a lot of time in the background
Everytime that we together, I black out
Everytime that we together, she tap out
I remember, but she part of my past now
I remember all this shit from the past now
Took a pill and we passed out
I made a deal with the devil
You know I got my problems (problems)
Know you got yours too (know you got yours too)
Hold on to my revolver (revolver)
They ain't looking for you (they ain't looking for you)
Oh, girl, don't even bother (bother)
Why she act brand new? (Why she act brand new?)
Take what the devil offer (offer)
I got nothing to lose (I got nothing to lose)
Writer: GUSTAV AHR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.