No lean in your cup
No weed in your blunt
So she going home with Bones
Say she want me to feed her drugs
Young Backstreet Boy
Please don't give your girl a choice
First I give her 100 pills
Then she turn into a corpse
Blade on my waist
When you see me on the stage
Try to run up talking down
I will take your life away
Baby look me in my eyes
I could never tell a lie
I'mma always keep you safe
Please just put your hands in mine
Ride with me, ride with me
I need to know
Will you die with me, die with me?
Just let me know
Til we both turn ghost
And our bones disappear
Tell me that you really love me
I just really need to hear it
I'll be right here
If you need me, if you need me, if you need me
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor
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