Count of three (You can eat $ – Nightcore ‘Sped-up’ Version

Like a bridge from a basement

The point had been made

My voice of reason had changed

Show me your skeletons

On the count of three, can you follow me? (One, two, three!)

You needed someone to punish, and you did it for fun

Yeah, you were my number one

Guess that's the end of it

On the count of three, what's it gonna be?

You can eat shit (I hate to say it, I hate to say it)

You can eat shit (I've got a feelin', I've got a feelin')

I must be up next, oh

I always thought that we'd get to meet someday

But I don't know anymore (you can eat shit, oh)

'Cause I don't have the guts to believe someone who doesn't feel no remorse

I thought that I could die happy when you knew who I was

You made me swallow my gum

So this week's been difficult

On the count of three, can you follow me? (One, two, three!)

I could tell you took pride whenever you were at fault

Your sins are worse than I thought

It's unbelievable

On the count of three, what's it gonna be?

You can eat shit (I hate to say it, I hate to say it)

You can eat shit (I've got a feelin', I've got a feelin')

I must be up next, oh

I always thought that we'd get to meet someday

But I don't know anymore (you can eat shit, oh)

'Cause I don't have the guts to believe someone who doesn't feel no remorse

I really used to adore you (I really used to adore you)

(A-a-ad-dore y-you)

I really used to adore you

On the count of three, can you follow me? (One, two, three, a-a-ad-dore you)

I really used to adore you (I hate to say it, I hate to say it)

I really used to adore you (I've got a feelin', I've got a feelin')

You can eat shit (I really used to adore you, I hate to say it, I hate to say it)

You can eat shit (I really used to adore you, I've got a feelin', I've got a feelin')

I must be up next