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elite - caviar noir lyrics

[verse 1: lamb]
i don’t know what it is, it might be chronic, an illness
that only comes to k!ll the evil when they’re rooted in stillness
i think i like it when the blood comes out a little bit slower
i take a bath in the red, in the red i’m only much colder
i know the game you like to play, you paint me out as a villain
i’m only active in the dark and by the day i’m done k!llin’
i take off all of your heads, and offer them to my lover
he comes at 3:33 and yes yes, he loves being smothered
i’ll take your black bag offering, i’ll take your black sheets when i sing
i’ll stick around like a summer fling, but baby don’t think you’re promising

[pre*chorus: lamb]
please forgive me if i’m sounding a little bit elitist
i take you b*tches for granted, but granted you’ll never see this
yeah i’m elite, new designer from my head to my feet
and i don’t fight these bitter b*tches, i just let them soak in grief

[chorus: both]
you all know i’m elite, you won’t like me i’m not sweet
i’ll k!ll you in your sleep, if that’s what b*tches do, oh please
you all know i’m elite, you won’t like me i’m not sweet
i’ll k!ll you in your sleep, if that’s what b*tches do, oh please

[pre*verse 2: lamb]
i don’t know who it is, it might be miss demoiselle
her heels are lined up in red, they take your span like a spell
and even though she isn’t burning, she still got your heads turnin
and we already know victoria k!lls verses like vermin
[verse 2: alois]
so please forgive me if i’m sounding a little bit elitist
it’s just my narcissisms potent and my classicism lingers
i don’t really give a f*ck about these broke dumb b*tches
who stay jealous of my ellis and my blue blood riches
all you little b*tches love to copy me
but you can’t afford it so it looks cheap
and you b*tches wish you were built like this
with a 23 inch waist and 33 inch hips
sample size cuz i buy couture
know you broke b*tches wish you could afford
but they wouldn’t even let you in the f*cking store
cuz you dress, look, and act poor

[pre*chorus: lamb]
please forgive her if she’s sounding a little bit elitist
you shouldn’t f*ck with a legend, a legend, you’ll never be this
and when we fiend, don’t be shocked when we start acting real mean
cuz we’re victoria demoiselle and evreux kerosene (b*tch)

- caviar noir lyrics

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