Lyrics:
at the show that blew me, you would probably claim her
Put the pimpin' on the bitch you suckers oughta tame her
Blame me cause I turned her out she used to be
stab, stab
And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thing either
like that guy from that band can do
Someday
I'm an emo kid
Cover band sign me up
Play some Metallica
Lets count the times we drive by all the driveways we ain't driven by before
Can't shake what's got me
some caffeine
And the 'Narrow stairs' album by the band
Death Cab for Cutie
I fear that eventually, someone will shoot me
A loop of that scene from
pack to ya spot like its DoorDash, I like to leave niggas right by the doormat, So if I get in a fight ion need you record that, “like crazo damn”
litter
She act like a bitch but ima dog whisper
Spent a band on my liver
The wise words that I carry like scriptures
They dingoes wit Covid but I’m sicker
bleeding blood for no pain I'm anemic
Check the Rollie tick for the wave this shit seemless
I feel the hate demonstrate we Venus
Get that stupid bitch out
gon' call another nigga when I'm on the road
I be that Skutta nigga, blood filled with gold
Baby, do you love me
If I fly you to the bay, will you trust
annihilators that murder your cast
The future of the past, that last that feel
The seventh seal broken in half, ceremony is real
Become obsolete, high-strung
My haunted head is filled with
Dead and awful things
Visions and images and the
Feelings that they bring
Heaviness and hopelessness
I focus on this
the illest gang
My shit wavy, can't touch it
Fuck around and get bang
This shit crazy they all scared
We stretch em out rubber bands
I stood face to face
Sorry, I'm sure we got a real big problem
No need to think, sure you'll accept me
Check it in the lyrics of all bands with a mind
Rap intelligence
niggas
For Ransom
These hoes love me real bad Cause I'm handsome
Put a pole on a nigga
Now he dancing
Everybody claim they stepping Till They pressed by
trips
(It's bout time) banned me from the app
I can't even download that shit (For real)
If you ain't at least got a band
Need to shut yo lips (Shut
broke they play victim
Passing out shots of the surplus
You niggas hungry for bullets, be sure that you get some
She pump through my veins like blood
albums cost a fifth per track
And so your favorite band
They don't make that second album
Dropped by their label 'cause they can't pay it back
It
it out the bowl on me, uh, uh
Yeah, I did, hoes on go by me, huh
Your bitch gon' roll on me, you dig, niggas go and told on me
Look at that blood
Word up I know it’s all about the turn up
If messiah was here he’d tell me young blood keep the chin up
I’m just not moved when I hear songs
It
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