SARAH

[Verse 1]
Wake up every night, wishing that I had a sick life
Skateboards, cool friends, no thought of zip-ties
But I got this deep rooted serial killer sex drive
And it won't go away 'til I watch my fucking dick rise
I stalk this girl sometimes, I think her name is Sarah
I just wanna make her mine, I never really wanna share her
She's the only girl worth it, so I never wanna scare her
If she shows me any love, I might just have to spare her
She hits shows, big roads, parties for the thrill
I stay inside my room watching girls get killed
I wanna go to prom, I just sit back in school
I want Sarah, please don't make paint me a fool
I'ma walk to her house, I'ma say how I feel
Put my hoodie on, knock on the door, it's unreal
Please don't say no, I love you, Sarah

[Chorus]
Another love song about shit, and I'll be rich if I get another diss
Well maybe cupid won't miss, Sarah (Blaow, ayy, ayy)
Another love song about shit
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
Well maybe cupid won't miss, Sarah (Blaow, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
She didn't wanna be alive for the things I did to her corpse
Committing many sins, and now she's fucking dead on the floor
And now I'm going to hell, devil's waiting for more
She laughed at me, so I had to fucking even the score
And now I'm panicking, I feel euphoria
Blood soaked, tits groped, cut her up, dysmorphia
And now her throat's gone, we had a vote on
If I should fucking kill her, and now she floats on
She didn't say a word, she didn't even fight it
All veins cut loose, inside her skin, I'm hiding
I feel so fucking pure, like I never have
I feel ascension now, a level you can't even level at
I think I'll go to prom with brand some new skin
Tight suit, tight leather, with a big gorey grin
And now my dick is bloody, walking smelling musty
Walking up with my prom date, what the fuck you want from me?

[Chorus]
Another love song about shit, and I'll be rich if I get another diss
Well maybe cupid won't miss, Sarah (Blaow, ayy, ayy)
Another love song about shit
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
Well maybe cupid won't miss, Sarah (Blaow, ayy, ayy)

[Outro]
Sarah, Sarah, Sarah?
Oh, where have you gone?