Murder, Suicide, Death

Well I can smell it in the house
And the bed
There's been someone looking mad
But I been working you been my best friend
And the murder the suicide and the death

I don't know if it follow you anymore
The juge when he told ''she sold''
But this summer killin' right there
I'm not at job

It's could be a murder a suicide and a death
A murder suicide death! Comon

Something about the way you choke when I call
What you smiling when I get home
We're makin' love I cannot hear you
In my ears

It's could be a murder a suicide and a death
A murder suicide death! Comon