Medusa from Medusa by MADDIE MAE

(Yeah yeah)

I don't think that I like those dagger eyes
I don't appreciate that tempered mood
Try to come for me but you never do
Make it all the way you know you're always gonna lose
I'll be coming for you
Yeah, coming for you

You can run but you can't hide

You've got a wicked soul (wicked soul, wicked soul)
A heart that's made of stone (made of stone, made of stone)
Everything you touch turns to dust you don't give a fuck
You only care about yourself your image and the money
You got a wicked soul (wicked soul, wicked soul)

The world you live in is burnt up in flames (yeah, up in flames)
Every breath you breathe in is the fuel (yeah yeah)
Wanna be the Queen but you're so damn cruel
No one will respect you if you always paly the fool
I'll be coming for you
Yeah, coming for you (coming for you)

You can run but you can't hide

You've got a wicked soul (wicked soul, wicked soul)
A heart that's made of stone (made of stone, made of stone)
Everything you touch turns to dust you don't give a fuck
You only care about yourself your image and the money
You got a wicked soul (wicked soul, wicked soul)

You (yeah yeah)
You (yeah yeah)

You can run but you can't hide

You've got a wicked soul (wicked soul, wicked soul)
A heart that's made of stone (made of stone, made of stone)
Everything you touch turns to dust you don't give a fuck
You only care about yourself your image and the money
You got a wicked soul (wicked soul, wicked soul)

(Yeah yeah)(yeah yeah) (oh yeah)
(Yeah yeah) wicked soul, wicked soul
(Yeah yeah) (oh yeah)
(Yeah yeah) wicked soul, wicked soul
(Yeah yeah) (oh yeah)
(Yeah yeah) wicked soul, wicked soul
(Yeah yeah) (yeah yeah)

• Pop
• funk
• indie pop
• melancholic pop
• soul
• Oxford