Take heed
of these warnings
dark clouds forming
thunder above
Mind me
you may walk away free
so there won't be
a sign of blood
No reason to change anything
when you're stuck in your same old ways
Sharpen your nails
Cat fight
Your fate reads
like a tragedy
one more hater
under the rug
Slight me
and embrace the cold breeze
‘cause there won't be
white flags and doves
No reason to change anything
when you're stuck in your same old ways
Sharpen your nails
Cat fight