Amanda Frances Death Of The Party
Boys smell blood, crawling out the crypt
Now he's calling me a bitch cause I'm not down for getting bit
Get a grip
All this small talk, die inside a little bit
Imma give the slip
Only compliments I really give a shit about
If you dig my lyrics or my brows
All that other shit too loud
Someone tell me what I'm even doing out
Rather just be buried in the crowd
I'm the f..cking death of the party
Soul dippin out from my body
Everybody lookin at me like a zombie (yuh)
I'm the death of the party (yeah yeah)
I'm the f..cking death of the party, party
Lookin, lookin at me like a zombie (yeah yeah)
I'm the f..cking death of the party, party
Lookin, lookin at me like a zombie
Imma go kill time in the bathroom
Might give the stall a new tattoo
My friends think I'm in a bad mood
Like introversion so taboo
They're tryna hold me for ransom
Keep tryna ghost like a phantom
Imma suck the air out the room til there's no more words from the randoms
Only compliments I really give a shit about
If you dig my lyrics or my brows
All that other shit too loud
Someone tell me what I'm even doing out
Rather just be buried in the crowd
I'm the f..cking death of the party
Soul dippin out from my body
Everybody lookin at me like a zombie (yuh)
I'm the death of the party (yeah yeah)
I'm the f..cking death of the party, party
Lookin, lookin at me like a zombie (yeah yeah)
I'm the f..cking death of the party, party
Lookin, lookin at me, lookin at me like a
I'm the f..cking death of the party, party
Lookin, lookin at me like a zombie (yeah yeah)
I'm the f..cking death of the party, party
Lookin, lookin at me like a zombie
Lookin, lookin at me like a zombie (yeah yeah)
Lookin, lookin at me like a zombie
