[STONED TO DEATH]
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[Verse 1]
Said I fell off? I fell into fur.
Landed in diamonds—heard that slur?
Wrote my name in your scandal thread,
Now I charge rent in your head.
(Choke on glitter, babe.)
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[Pre-Chorus]
My name ain’t Mary—you bitches wish it were.
(Jealous much?)
If I’m a fashion offense—throw the first stone.
(Go ahead, bitch.)
Sticks and stones may break my bones…
But Swarovski got me stoned to death.
(Ooooh… I’m stoned, bitch.)
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[Chorus]
Stoned to death, but I came back fierce—
Lipgloss poppin’, can’t cry no tears.
Crucify me in a sequin dress,
Throw your hate, I’ll just confess:
Blessed. Obsessed. Still overdressed—
Stoned to death, but never less.
(Bitch, I’m stoned.
Stoned—faces in the air.
Stoned—to the gods.
Stoned—in this club.
I’m stoned—bitch, I’m stoned.
Stoned.)
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[Verse 2]
They spin their rumours like a wheel of misfortune,
I spun ‘em to gold—call me Miss Fortune.
Your lips move? My stock jumps.
Call PETA—I’m strutting in mink through hell.
(I’m expensive—bitch, I’m stoned.)
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[Pre-Chorus – Repeat]
My name ain’t Mary—you bitches wish it were.
(Jealous much?)
If I’m a fashion offense—throw the first stone.
(Go ahead, bitch.)
Sticks and stones may break my bones…
But Swarovski got me stoned to death.
(Ooooh… I’m stoned, bitch.)
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[Chorus – Repeat]
Stoned to death, but I came back fierce—
Lipgloss poppin’, can’t cry no tears.
Crucify me in a sequin dress,
Throw your hate, I’ll just confess:
Blessed. Obsessed. Still overdressed—
Stoned to death, but never less.
(Bitch, I’m stoned.
Stoned—faces in the air.
Stoned—to the gods.
Stoned—in this club.
I’m stoned—bitch, I’m stoned.
Stoned.)
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[Bridge – Breakdown Moment]
Don’t you know it hurts to look this good?
I got red bottoms—ain’t talkin’ about Louboutins.
Killer smile that cuts deeper than the glitter in my eye.
[Beat stutters, slows]
I’m…
Stoned.
Stoooooned.
Bitch.
(Glitch…)
I’m so f*cking stoned.
[Beat drop into final chorus]
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[Final Chorus – Full Force]
Stoned to death, but I came back fierce—
Lipgloss poppin’, can’t cry no tears.
Crucify me in a sequin dress,
Throw your hate, I’ll just confess:
Blessed. Obsessed. Still overdressed—
Stoned to death, but never less.
(Bitch, I’m stoned.
Stoned—faces in the air.
Stoned—to the gods.
Stoned—in this club.
I’m stoned—bitch, I’m stoned.
Stoned.)
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[Outro – Spoken / Whispered]
You threw your stones…
I turned them into stilettos.
Now every step I take?
I make the ground bleed beauty.
Stoned to death…
Long live the bitch.
ShellyG3
