[Verse 1: Mallrat]
I know your type, what you likes
A young corpse bride, cold as ice
I’'m alive, but I'm on fire
If that's alright, I want

[Chorus: Mallrat]
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

[Verse 2: Mallrat]
And I know that you wanted me like her
In the palm of your hand like a lighter
All the lights make me want to be lighter
I don't care if I'm wrong, I'm a writer
I'm alive and I'm on fire
If that's alright, I want

[Chorus: Mallrat]
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
[Instrumental Break]

[Outro: Gangsta Pat]
Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on, name on
Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
H-h-hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your bullet, with your bullet, with your bullet, with your bullet, with your—
Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
Killa, killa, what the fuck you gon' do?
I've got a bullet with your name on, name on
Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
I got a bullet with your name on, name on