Cobra

But if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper
Oh, yeah, oh right, you don’t use a knife
You use this motherfucking poison
Like a red spitting cobra
A red spitting cobra

Creeping calls no attention
Shades of red for disguise
Prey on trash talks and kill the truce
Wait on words to collide

What doesn’t kill me might kill someone else
So move on, I know we should get along
Yeah, yeah I wish you’d had enough and leave it alone
But you don’t, so I’ll remind you this before I’m gone

That if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper
Oh, yeah, oh right, you don’t use a knife
You use this motherfucking poison
Like a red spitting cobra
A red spitting cobra

But if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper
Oh, yeah, oh right, you don’t use a knife
You use this motherfucking poison
Like a red spitting cobra
A red spitting cobra

Oh my God, I feel intoxicated
Dizzy, disturbed, enraged, it’s so frustrating
Why? Did I ever do anything to deserve this kind of?

Oh my God, I feel intoxicated
Dizzy, disturbed, enraged, it’s so frustrating
Why? Why? Why?

But if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper
Oh, yeah, oh right, you don’t use a knife
You use this motherfucking poison
Like a red spitting cobra
A red spitting cobra

But if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper
Oh, yeah, oh right, you don’t use a knife
You use this motherfucking poison
Like a red spitting cobra
A red spitting cobra