Lyrics:
[V1]
No survivors, blood in a open bottle,
Nosferatu, cutting the throats that grovel,
You know the motto, make me a hokum model,
Hate me & quote my
shoulders
Talking to God everyday know he hear me
The frequency sounding so clearly
Niggas had switched up before we had took off
Im looking at em like
you hear my plea?
My dear, why's there pain in you?
Allô, allô? Echoes, where are you?
I know, you're seeking to break through
Cutting ties, thought
I'm a milk the cow.
Forget about the game I'm a spit the truth,
I won't stop till I get em in they birthday suits.
So gimmie the rhythm and it'll be off
the game I'm a spit the truth,
I won't stop till I get em in they birthday suits.
So gimmie the rhythm and it'll be off with they clothes,
Then bend
moving forwards naw I ain't turning back
Making moves like a running back cutting back
I ain't side tracked off a few set backs
Phil Jack triangle n da
I can feel it pumping through my veins
I can feel my mind is off again
I can feel it cutting through the pain
And I like it
I can't change the way
aymbol of trust
A dozen highborn youths, have been killed
Cutting their throats their blood was all spilled
Their bodies set at the foot of your fire
With
And hiding his shame with a cough
He said they're cutting back down to one shift now
They're gonna have to lay you off
Joe held his gaze and gulped a brandy
the Scottish whisky
I'm still making choices I ain't sure of, it's pure love
Mixed with business acumen, I've learnt off my manager
Smirnoff will damage ya,
cutting my wrists when I thought that life was finished
Now they remind me what my lows look like now that I know the sky's the limit, ok
Never claimed
about game, I'ma spit the truth (what?)
I won't stop 'til I get 'em in they birthday suit (yeah!)
So gimme the rhythm and it'll be off with their
off
And I got this scar and broke my arm when I tried to jump that fence
Man, I hurt from it
But yeah, I learned from it
Like that summer cutting
always there, always growing ever present in my nightmares
It's always looming, another year
Cutting through me, it's gone or I disappear
It's not fair
what you're saying tho
Hmmm don't you know
Came in '88 with a dream, oh so bright-eyed
They knew right away, sink or swim, there's no life line
Cutting
promised 'cause
They're cutting your oxygen 'til you paralyzed
Where we land is where we fall (made an America)
All for one and none for all (made
In this place, I have to stay?
My memory wearing off
I lost my name
Is this dark haze that you said?
I walk like a lost child
I lost your face
what to wear
Those faded cut off jeans are my favorite pair
Don't go messing with your hair
Let it all blow around
Move over in the middle by me
cars
Missing you in whiskey bars
Scraping off the snow to paint the town
If there's another road
If there's another road
If there's another road
When you dropped her off she said see you around
Ooh, it took a few years cutting the walls down
Yeah, 'cause nothing comes easy in a one church town
the name is not coincidental
I know too much, the government is trying to murder me
No coming back like cutting your wrists open vertically
How could
my hands
I was posted in the trap
You was posting on the 'Gram
Now I'm balling like I'm Zinedine Zidane
I'm never falling off
I'm staying 'round
and my donnies
There's no hoe in me
Manaman do road more than properly
No, you can't chill with me
I do too much road to be a homie
Selling off
got the party jumping
I wanna get you home and give your ting a thumping
I carve the pussy up like I'm cutting pumpkin
Pussy like the English channel
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