Let It Kill You - Imani Coppola

You’re never sick but you always feel ill

You got a belly full of honey and a pocket full of pills

If you’re living in your own world eventually you’ll die alone (die alone)

Die alone (die alone)

Die, die, die, die alone

But if you like it, let it kill you

If you like it, let it kill you (x2)

Save your talk for the dollar store, no bargaining with it

Your breath is something whiskey and your words are just spit

You’ve got a hollow leg and the rest of you is full of shit (full of shit)

Full of shit (full of shit)

Shit, shit, shit, shit

You can’t get enough cause you’re a bottomless pit

You’re a fly in a pig sty, wallowing in it

If you swallow that bug in your drink you think you’ll get more lit?

(more lit?)

More lit?

Lit, lit, lit, lit

But if you like it, let it kill you

If you like it, let it kill you (x2)

It’s gonna be a long way home

So I’m gonna rock the microphone

You try to make it go away with self medication

But oblivious to the world is such an odd sensation

If you’re living in a bubble then you’re gonna die of suffocation

If you’re living in a bubb.

(cation)

If you’re living in a bubbl.

Are you gonna give it up?

Are you gonna let it go?

You can enter the rest of the world cause everybody knows

That you’re happy when you’re high and you’re crappy when you’re feeling low

(you feeling low)

You feeling low (you high)

You’re high (you high)

You’re feeling low

But if you like it, let it kill you

If you like it, let it kill you (x4)

It’s gonna be a long way home

It’s gonna be a long way home (x2)