WISH U HELL - Chelsea Collins

Three months too long

But it felt more like a year

Manic, brainwashed

All your friends thought I was weird

I didn’t fit the picture

You love to talk, I hate to listen

So in three months, you moved on, yeah

For a girl with a pretty face, better rack

A stupid white-picket fence, gonna keep you dry

But in the end, karma’s gonna bite you back

Hope you crash your car

Hope you break her heart and she burns your house

Hope you get so high that you lose your mind

And the world around

'Cause maybe then you’ll know what this is like

To see outside, you’re selfish

Yeah, I could say, I could say that I wish you well

But I wish you hell, hell

Yeah, I wish you hell, hell

Mixing Vicodin with whiskey

As you fuck her in the window

That’s the only way you’re getting off these days

Saying my name in your pillow

But you didn’t know I’m in front of your place

Watching your life blowing up in your face

Waiting with flowers and a can of propane

Hope you crash your car

Hope you break her heart and she burns your house

Hope you get so high that you lose your mind

And the world around

'Cause maybe then you’ll know what this is like

To see outside, you’re selfish

Yeah, I could say, I could say that I wish you well

But I wish you hell, hell

Yeah, I wish you hell, hell (Hell)

I hope your walking on your girlfriend with your guys (With your guys)

Lose all your money in a 1−800 style

I hope our sex tape ends up on the internet (Internet)

So the whole world can pour a drink and have a laugh ('Cause you were never

trying, yeah)

But I wish you hell, hell

Yeah, I wish you hell, hell