Relapse (feat. SPEEDWAY FORGIATO)

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Heart$ick Hermès

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Santa Klaus
To these fucking frauds
Gifted with the rap
Weaning off
Is a fucking chore
Put it on a track
So I'm sure
I ain't going soft
Words I can't retract
No more raw
To the fucking jaw
I ain't getting shmacked!
F*ck the law
Baby f*ck the law
I ain't going back
What's the cause?
Baby what's the cause?
I ain't going back
I ain't going back
Hell nah, I ain't going back
Hit the Lord
With a pregnant pause
I ain't going back
Back back, back back
Put in my face
Back track, back track
I done lost my way
She bad , so bad
I just wanna taste
Relax, relapse
Had to be my fate
Do this for my hitters who ain't scared to lose the battle
Just another singer singing to my golden shackles
Just another sinner sleeping will my darkest shadow
Just another symptom when the sipping got you rattled
Can't let silly feelings jock me longing for that rocky
So I took a bride I wanna ride her with no saddle
Asking do you wanna? Then she kissing on my body
Told the shorty spell it out I do not f*ck with scrabble
All at once she let it out I couldn't get a handle
The druggy love, it torture us, it torch us like a candle
Put it on the wax or on a camel pack
The desert is trap
You see mirage
And think ya habits lost
But it just calls you back
The siren song
Is from the yellow bone
That's laying in my lap
And she too strong
For sober marathon
I race her to relapse
(Race)
(I race her to relapse)
(Ooo I think I'm going Back)
Santa Klaus
To these fucking frauds
Gifted with the rap
Weaning off
Is a fucking chore
Put it on a track
So I'm sure
I ain't going soft
Words I can't retract
No more raw
To the fucking jaw
I ain't getting shmacked!
F*ck the law
Baby f*ck the law
I ain't going back
What's the cause?
Baby what's the cause?
I ain't going back
I ain't going back
Hell nah, I ain't going back
Hit the Lord
With a pregnant pause
I ain't going back
And shorty playing on my line
What's the Hold Up?
I hit up bro like drop a deuce up in my soda
She hit me up she asking when I'm coming over
She need someone to lean on
Ain't no room on this shoulder yeah it's over
I got 10 shots
For any nigga tryna' hate
I'm on the same block
Speedway smoking gas by the tank
Got em' shell shocked
These other niggas drawing blanks
But bitch it's fast life
Hoe I don't ever use my breaks I'm gone

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