Murder She Wrote - Joshva, Tron

Murder murder’s all she wrote

Thing’s ain’t been the same since you went ghost

I was thinking bout the times we were alone

Plus all the thing’s you ain’t want me to know

Yeah

Keep it on the low

I was tryna post call me post malone

Murder murder’s all she wrote

Things ain’t been the same since you went ghost

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

(That's my word)

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

[Verse: Joshva}

Murder murder’s all she wrote

I been out here single like the pope

I been over analyzing quotes

I been trying read between your notes

Ah

I been laying low

Tell me what you wanted me to do

Got me sending prayers up for you

I just pray to God the make it through

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow it been

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow it been

(That's my word)

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow it been

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow it been

Murder murder’s all she wrote

Thing’s ain’t been the same since you went ghost

I was thinking bout the times we were alone

Plus all the thing’s you ain’t want me to know

Remember five summers I met a mean thing

And we talked about some clean things

But the scene changed and I’m out here and I’m seeing things

Good girl name Sammy in my Camry

She was plan a never plan b

I never plan see so I never thought I be the one to

Fancy about a family

But let’s fast forward no faults

All smiles small talk

Light change night games

Big city white plains

No faith slight change

And I got to be the one to do the right thing

So I write things

Everything is hitting like it’s lighting and it frightening

But I’m iight man

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

(That's my word)

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow it been

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow

Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me slow it been