Lyrics

When we have killed each other Then we can change the skin First, let's talk about your life Halo! Aye, aye, aye, aye Aye, aye-aye 'Bout to hit the hay, with some bitch, call ya hoe You should see your face, look like you just seen a ghost Money don't mean nothing, I burn bread until it's toast Dump me in a lake, time to see if I could float (ah-ah) Keep away from Chase, seems like everybody knows (good) Monkey wrench the case, I tell fables under oath Right hand on the bible (what's that sound?) It's the revival Holy father, that's my title, 'til my necklace is a rope Jumper bassline, shit get wicked with the baseline Waste time, bitch you know I hate to Facetime Playtime, I'm a rabid type of canine I hear whispers through the grapevine Woah hoe (woah hoe), hypnotize me with a great mind Woah hoe (woah hoe), fuck your life, I bet you'd mine Woah hoe(woah hoe), this an episode of dateline Woah hoe, Shit all started back in grade nine Once I popped a roxy, too slumped for paparazzi I could not lift my head up, I'm 'bout to wake the dead up I used to eat at Schlotzsky's, I fucked her, then she blocked me Was dolo up when we met up, I swore it was a setup When the plot thicken up a lot, stickin' up a shop Getting caught is just not an option, watch out for SWAT Burning crops, used to play with blocks, now I lay with thots Ain't no flops, I'm her favorite crotch, let me check my watch (check my watch, check my watch) Time to crank this up a notch, men in box Carmelita Fox, she been hitting squats Licking chops, bring back Nike Shox Them hoes know I go down smooth as scotch Blowing up my spot, burnt them tater tots NDK, whos gon' fuck with Mickey Knox (Mickey Knox) Brand new day, pressure wash it, not a splash (not a splash) Acid tabs, used to hit lake J.J. Watt (J.J. Watt) Bullet holes in my brain, it look like crocs (look like crocs) Moulin Rouge, I'm with Bellatrix Lestrange Ezra Cobb, write me off just as just deranged Marble floors, his asylum is insane Tie him to the tracks, just in time to catch the train (Please record your message) It's like 2am, I'm just gettin' in, Got no alibi Cut the lights, you know they be peeping Would you rather I, Make it known Well, I guess your neighbors know you satisfied Drop a pin, we gon' be in orbit like a satelite Nymphos and necroes, foxy stilettos No words, except for (cuff me) She said so Down in my dungeon, they screaming, it echoes (it echoes, it echoes, it echoes) (I'm getting the initials H.C) (Ha-ha-ha-ha) I'm cursed, I'm cursed He's cursed, he's cursed I'm cursed, I'm cursed He's cursed, he's cursed
Writer(s): Chase Weaver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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