Your Love - Mallrat

I know your type, what you likes

A young corpse bride, cold as ice

I’m alive but I’m on fire

If that’s alright, I want

Your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

And I know that you wanted me like her

In the palm of your hand like a lighter

All the lights make me want to be lighter

I don’t care if I’m wrong, I’m a writer

I’m alive, and I’m on fire

If that’s alright, I want

Your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip

Killa, killa, what the fuck you gon' do?

I’ve got a bullet with your name on it