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