Lovecrimes – The Afghan Whigs (originally by Frank Ocean)
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Talk to me and I better not hear a word Do me baby and I better not feel it girl I still got one bullet left in my nine Finna do a lovecrime, lovecrime, finna do a lovecrime
Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes
Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes, lovecrimes
You write me love letters with your father’s pen If he knew the freaky, freaky things that you write with it Is it really wrong that I want to be the baby daddy? Is that a lovecrime, lovecrime? Tell me it’s a lovecrime
Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes
Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes, lovecrimes
Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes
In the getaway car You know I love it when the ride is smooth If we ever get caught It’d be a long vacation for two
Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes