[Intro: Melissa Brooks]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Damn
Yeah, yeah
Oh (It's me, woo)

[Chorus: Melissa Brooks]
The thought of your bleach-blonde hair makes me wanna kill myself
Thinking back to the time that I thought I knew you well
The thought of driving to the road, late at night to Taco Bell
The demons of my past send my mind straight to Hell, yeah

[Verse 1: Melissa Brooks]
Thursday night, thinkin' you should call me
But I know that you won't really call me
You're probably sittin' down on the couch
Smokin' mid, watchin' Netflix, thinkin' you should call me
You could've had the baddest bitch in the whole scene
My pussy clean and drippin' wet in Louis V
Buzz, buzz, queen bee, I'm a diamond, you're a rhinestone
Fake as fuck, chopped my heart with a machete

[Chorus: Melissa Brooks]
The thought of your bleach-blonde hair makes me wanna kill myself
Thinking back to the time that I thought I knew you well
The thought of driving to the road late at night to Taco Bell
The demons of my past send my mind straight to Hell, yeah
[Verse 2: Kid Trash]
[?]
[?] to you, [?]
[?], you're 'bout to get [?]
[?]
[?] you really hate me, 'cause I [?]
It really took a lot of [?] to get you fucked up
[If it's a game, this the payoff?]
Cryin' now, 'cause I love what they're made of

[Chorus: Melissa Brooks]
The thought of your bleach-blonde hair makes me wanna kill myself
The demons of my past send my mind straight to Hell, yeah