Lyrics I Think I Killed a Model - Bakelendt

Limping like I had got hit but I'm clean
Shell fell in my shoe as I'm fleeing the scene
I fell into you, went and rotted the fruit
Begin seeing a theme
Driftin' while crickets play melodies too
Evicted from under my roof
The thicket go rippin' my skin
Dry paint on the brush
Like the crust on my eyes
Grippin' the pistol, solicit my soul I don't fit it
Ligaments, diggin' a grave in the mud
Spring is comin', now the snow turn to slush
Pain is comin', but I don't wanna fuss
Stir up the settling dust in my lungs
Unlevel, my temple is burning
No nursing the wound
I feel it is soon
A constant pursuit of the mind
Look cute when she cry
Dive down that laundry shoot

I just killed a model
Or at least, I fucking I think I did
Either way, unless she playing
She unconscious
Red run down her face and
She ain't blinkin', shit
I just killed a fuckin' model
It ain't my mother fuckin' fault though
She's cold
When I put my finger too her
She gets bluer, I just might as well scoop her now
Baby, we gon scooba down
I don't think they wanna lose her
Okay, I must be regrouping now
Girl, I hope you like the ground

Imma converse with her and her vinegar ways
Goin' downriver, with her
Huggin' her face
The nude, oh, the blood on the beige
Yell timber when it come off the blade
Bit her, but I really went to break the surface
So bitter, sweet hint in the taste
Uh oh, oops
Duck duck goose, with a thirty-four
Clean up
Blonde, twenty-four, got her feet up
Baby ain't a show
More than theater
I gotta score, can you feel it
Beat - beat it
Ragdoll fetus
Don't blame it on Jesus
Punch 911, cry like you mean it
Agent orange
The poor Vietnamese
Less I know none, then become a genius
Dumb bitch, put away your cleavage, please
There's people here, and you are leaking