Lyrics:
the sleeve
So sick, I’m a living breathing disease
A hedonist sleaze
Who wants a piece of the cheese
When I creep through the
Trees like Vietnamese
Reach for
Carry out with the recipe (yeah)
Hollywood Hills, bitch, I live by the code
That 720, a star has arose (Let’s go)
What do you see in my face when
You look
Its name I hate to call it likes to say it's nothing
It's nothing, I'm just tired
It lives and breathes and it insists that
it insists that it is
Stunna4Vegas
Walk, I'ma creep like a Raven
Got two Glocks on me
I caught his ass wit' Kylie and Caitlyn
They want me rap like J cole
My niggas shipping
the devil creeps inside again
The voices make my choices and reminds me just what violence is
Rubbing on my callouses, slamming liquor, dial it in
bird fool
You'll get attacked by me and Lolo
I'm never solo
Straight out the 619
Come represent my cholos
[Chorus]
I'm goin syko mothafuckas I lost my
Sorry
But you knew what you was getting in to
Sorry
I'm surrounded by many women that's beautiful
Sorry
Damn baby, I'm only human, what I'm 'uppose
This motherfucker has never been anything
But a playground for the rich
And I'd like to live to see the day when they're all lined up,
Face down,
In
scratched
In fact, now that I think, back, I was gettin macked
by a tender, oh yeah now I remember
Vanessa from Maryland, aggressive and tanned
It was
I'm to blame
For all of the things that went wrong
I'm just a case away
From losing it all
I slip to fall
Time creeps by when out of reality
The walls inside my heart are bleeding I tell you this because I'm leaving opportunity comes at the worst time and place it creeps up from behind
cavities
plunging blades into their skin till they've died
skin desclamates and slips right the fuck off of your bones feeling no regard for the lives
[Verse 1:]
Feelin' like you live in flames, everytime you think my name
Super hot and on the spot as Fly enter I dispose a lame
Never will I feel
Postawiłem na jedną kartę i to joker
Ode mnie same asy ty masz zlansowaną kokę
Na klasyku i tak gra bo to live a nie cykacz
Wbita nie ma co się cykać
Jebać
of the night
His dark and vile presence
I can feel him as he creeps through the shadows
His putrid stench can only be smelled by those haunted
He
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