Telling tales from the crypt Lying in my grave and I'm riding in the whip Top-down and your hair's going wild in the wind Wanna say I'm sorry But I'm playing Carti and I can't hear shit Lying in the back, and I'm giving you head Wanna cry but I guess you'll cum instead Wanna hear you say you're sorry but you know that I can't read lips Never want to feel this way again But I can't say it's better when we were friends Never worry, know that we can always go and run it back again Like tales from the crypt And I'm riding in the whip Top-down and your tears rolling back in the wind Wanna say I'm sorry, but I'm playing Carti, and I can't feel shit Telling tales from the club Crying in the rave, and I can't get enough Fucked up on the drugs that you gave me to come Know I hate to party But they're playing Carti, and I think I'm in love Buried in the club, lights way too drunk Till you take me to the back and you give me a bump I would tell you how I'm feeling But I think that's I'm too fucked up On the Ketamine, all eternity I feel it when you stare at me Holy shit, you're such a goddess that they sent me from above But you're crying in the club, and it's all my fault, and you really don't think I care at all I would tell you that I'm sorry but they're playing Carti