Songtexte Showed Up - Shuddeye

Speeding car going 90 in the rain (yeah yeah)
She's doing coke like the 80"s was her name (80's 80's)
This fucking ecstasy got me feeling insane
Being with her is a recipe for mistakes
Showed up to the party Unannounced, unconscious
Tiny little capsule full of tweak inside my pocket
Keep an eyeball on the clock that bitch ain't stopping
Whipping myself home like I drive a fuckin rocket

I put my energy in you I want returns
Your reputations pretty bad from everything I've heard
You get a bag and all you do is fucking splurge
It's kinda fuckin sad watching you dig into dirt
This bitch is like an endless money pit the fucking worst
Once you give her one thing then she'll want the fucking third
She won't treat you with respect that on my word
Every little issue just becomes a fucking blur

I need some ventilation
Get me out this house get my car and get in
Spin that bitch around yea imma spin it again
I drank a hefty amount from the beginning to end

You said no, I said yes
We parted ways, what a mess
Time unfolds, I'm depressed
No control, no regrets
Party days, getting left
On a roll, on a tread
What a waste, oh I bet
Feeling old, so much left

I went to sleep and couldn't move when I awoke
Standing right in front of me was something of a ghost
I felt the demon put his hands around my throat
He told me that I'm gunna die I'm gunna die alone

Oooo yah
I just left this plane of existence I don't know where I am
Like Ooo yah
The sky just fell apart and the walls are caving in

(You're too good to be true)
(That's what I have learned)
(It's the unfortunate truth)
(The inevitable burn)
(I miss you so much)

Speeding car going 90 in the rain (yeah yeah)
She's doing coke like the 80"s was her name (80's 80's)
This fucking ecstasy got me feeling insane
Being with her is a recipe for mistakes

GOOOO (brrraa)
Got that little bitch going (brr brraah
Shiny little thing on her itty bitty wrist going (rraa)
(Showed up to the party Unannounced, unconscious)
(Tiny little capsule full of tweak inside my pocket)
(Keep an eyeball on the clock that bitch ain't stopping)
(Whipping myself home like I drive a fuckin rocket)