Lyrics:
son, we full bread
You ain't my dog, tryna infiltrate the clique is you?
I get wit you, handle that on a later note
We over-dose, every day the death
Hey
Lying alone in bed
Trying to write some blues 'bout a cheating wife and a dog that's dead
But I don't own no hound
And I ain't never been wed
a gun
Keep snorting lines with a tendency
Try and erase all the memories
Making them dead to me
All of them thoughts of you being the one
The way that I
interest bleeds a heart
Of a dead dog
Lying in her yard
I could catch her standing naked
I could catch her cold
I could catch her breath and bottle it
trap)
Whole motherfucking brick
Old niggas out here living off them old war stories
Fuck that nigga hood, Jimmy Rocket go shoot up the place
Yeah,
of the dog, a man is not a man
Without blood on his hands
These scars I've earned, I've earned on my own
Distant memories, away from home
[Chorus]
Come on bro, we can both fall down
Remember the dead boys
Got a big old cheap plastic bottle of gin
Nasty, but it'll do you in
Got to keep on talkin' so
Memory beer bottle
You come round here with your tail in the air
Like you don't know what's gone wrong
Look 'em in the eye and see if
You can get through
dead
Nothing will make me whole again
Drink myself to sleep
Make the bottle deep
I'll drown myself with memories
Forever you've gone
Eternity in your
funeral parlor cat
Pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)
[Nawz]
Yo, wavin cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash
From rockets that blast, yo
and howl like a wounded dog
There will be no more sharing
Stories on insta, bottles of wine - no sweet memories
I am before and after you
And meanwhile life
They only wish that they could know when the Imposter's sus
It's super fucking funny to watch them miss
the aerial given off by me in Rocket League
This
Back from the dead like Frankenstein
German bitch want this, I said "nein"
If you gon' talk shit, it ain't slight
Gang like the park 'cause we love
Bottle in the ocean full of dutches and these backwoods for this weed that I be smoking
Man I hear these niggaz talking
I really be walking
Before I end up
left behind some amazin' memories that will last forever
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about you
We talk about you still and you
Better stay wide awake
Or be found dead by the lake
King Keys back with Pimpmattic
Lose my shoe in your ass
Better stay wide awake
Or be found dead
get up in it construction no limit
Pin it like a cat in a dog fight
We gone get it on tonight
For all y'all who put up the wall to stall
But didn't
Sure I'll die young, all the greats do,
I'll leave sincerity.
(Whoa)
Sure I'll die young.
Dead by 37.
to forget everything
We did back then
Memories are dead
Ay remember we was it
Memories are dead
Ay remember we was it
Memories are dead
Ay remember we was it
the machines
Running from the living and dead
Haunted by those he could not protect
The gates are all that remains
I understand your pain
Not listening to reason
Pour another sorrow, liquid pain in bottles
Chasin' ghosts of yesterday, lost in shadowed throttles
Memory lane's a dead end, numbness I befriend
Sun bleeds red on the rusted horizon
Another day scraping by in this wasteland Babylon
Vault door slammed shut long ago memories just dust in my head
check it, my break and deal with this son
Explicit lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like dead foggy hoe
While Jammie splash you with the bottle
dog shot
I'm a damn vet how you have an AK and get
Killed by a Kel Tec? Duhh, I be going dumb
She 21 with Chinese eyes I call her Soo Yung
Pockets
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