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techna - juicy couture lyrics

[intro]
ragnorok can drink?
but he doesn’t have a mouth, does he?
sure i do! wanna see?
[?]
technicalities

[verse 1: techna]
let’s go out tonight
s+slit my wrists at the mall
codeine in my cup, you can watch my body f+cking fall
i’m off a couple tabs, i can’t even stand tall
posted on your bed, play me like a voodoo doll
cut my wrists
forever bliss
f+ck me likes this
gimme a kiss, mwah!
you’re so disobedient
but your veins are so gorgeous
water your naughty flower
c’mon, baby, flourish
let me drink your blood
i’ll fill you right back up
if i’m seizing on the ground
please, don’t f+cking lift me up
if you really love me
die with me, be my corpse bride
i’ve been high before
but with you, yeah, i sit on cloud nine
promise if they pick on me, you’ll always stay by my side
i make scary tunes with pretty ah to keep me alive

k!ll myself on live tonight
taste my tongue and gauge my eyes
pin me up and slash my thighs
make my corpse a scary sight

[chorus: techna]
let’s go to the mall, f+ck i want it all
designer jeans, can you f+ck me like a p+rn star?
throwing up, my lungs, make me skinny like a doll
i need a nose job, cut me with your biggest saw
i wanna die today
buried in juicy couture
ravage from my skin
sew me up in dior
let’s go out tonight
slit my wrists at the mall
[verse 2: horrormovies]
f+ck me in a dark room, make me f+cking hurt
i’ll be your little secret, if you keep me close
be my bl++dy sl+t
and i’ll be your all
they wonder what it’s like living with all these scars
i tell ’em “baby, i adore it,”
i just can’t get enough
mutilate myself
i just wanna be enough
count my razors, they’re my friends
i’m so f+cked up in the head
this sh+t’s so iconic, baby, i’m a f+cking star
did i f+cking make it, or am i too far gone?
obsessed with gore and i love the way it looks
be my favorite victim, baby, dressed in designer
don’t f+cking call ’cause i know you’re a liar
cut, cut all the time
won’t you please be mine?
blood hearts and dirty cuts
come on, just f+ck me up
skinny in the club
b+tch, i’m what’s up
i’m so pretty it hurts
you can’t sit with us
[chorus: techna + horrormovies]
let’s go to the mall, f+ck i want it all
designer jeans, can you f+ck me like a p+rn star?
throwing up, my lungs, make me skinny like a doll
i need a nose job, cut me with your biggest saw
i wanna die today
buried in juicy couture
ravage from my skin
sew me up in dior
let’s go out tonight
slit my wrists at the mall

- techna lyrics

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