Texas Is South

Good evening x3
Miss
Good evening x3
Miss
Good evening x3
Miss
Good evening x3
Miss
(Screamed over the verse below, which is sang)
All I, ever do is wish things were different
This envy is destroying me, and it is obvious
It’s obvious x8
(This verse sang behind the above screamed verse)
I’m looking to put a bullet into the tile floor
Into the tile floor
I’m looking to put a bullet into the tile floor
It’s obvious
Mark this x4
I want to say something
We were blessed, but now
I wet my lips and wait for them to dry
I wet my lips, I wait
Wait, wait for them to dry
The lust of the dress
The thought of her lips
Reverent smile
These letters that I write, shackled to my chest
Shackled to my chest
Shackled to my (shackled to my chest)
Shackled to my (shackled to my chest)
Shackled (chest)
Shackled to my chest (to my, to my chest)
Shackled to my chest (shackled to my chest)
Shackled to (my chest)
Shackled to my chest
Her tantalization (her tantalization)
She is misconception (she is misconception)
Good evening x3
Miss
Good evening x3
Miss
Good evening x3
Miss
Good evening x3
Miss