Lotta true crime// sped up

credits- Penelope scott I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE SONG lyrics- So this girl's outside behind the bar She's a good girl She called a car Y'got three motherfuckers in a big white van Two dumb friends and one mean man Well she'll fucking kill you She wins every fight She's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night And the only advantage that a killer has Is they think they have the right I listen to a lot of true crime I listen to it at night I like the girl talk It makes me feel alright I like scary stories in the morning And I like them at night I like the girl talk vibes They make me feel just fine I listen to a lot of true crime Y'know Dennis Rayder and David Parker Ray Actually sit together in Hell Shaking quaking terrified That someday Somehow someway They might meet me They took our girls away from home They're in the woods they're all alone The ropes are heavy and the knots are tight Tied by a monster and his oblivious wife Well I hope this doesn’t seem too impolite But Ted Bundy was just never that fucking bright He was just sorta charismatic and White alright And he was so fucking sure he had the right But he’s ugly and I’m glad he’s dead Cuz there was no fucking candle in his pumpkin head You’re not special for winning a game With someone who you know was never playing She could’ve killed you She had every right You just caught her off guard tonight But it’s alright She’ll be fine We listen to a lotta true crime One of our young turned up last night They found their body but not their eyes Somebody new must’ve Gone bad Where’s the lord to take care of that Where’s the lord to take care of that I listen to a lot of true crime I listen to it at night I like the girl talk vibes They make me feel alright I like scary stories in the morning And I like ‘em at night I like the girl talk vibes They make me feel just fine I listen to a lot of true crime