cyanide (feat. Cryogeyser)

Tastes She tastes She tastes like cyanide I think she's dead inside My face looks like a grave She lied in mine A grave, she lied in mine (ooh) She tastes (she tastes), like cyanide (like cyanide) I think she's dead inside (dead inside) My face (my face), looks like (looks like), a grave She lied in mine (ooh) A grave, she lied in mine (ooh) Off A little bit coke i'm geeked So u know i can't rest in peace And i nailed this shit like jesus How you still don't with fuck me I got clout before i ever got you And that shit fuck up my ego Better get with a nigga that's regal Cuz you can't find somebody that's equal She taste Like cyanide I think she's dead inside My face looks like A grave she lied in mine She taste Like cyanide I think she's dead inside My face looks like A grave she lied in mine Flirtin' with the check before I fuck She just caught me screaming "what the fuck?" Now I feel this turning in my gut Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser In my veins it's a iceberg I could feel my blood turn cold Mourning every truth I thought you told With the stale face Tombstone Flirtin' with the check before I fuck She just caught me screaming "what the fuck?" Now I feel this turning in my gut Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser In my veins it's a iceberg I could feel my blood turn cold Mourning every truth I thought you told With the stale face Tombstone