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Gaspare Magaddino
Gaspare Magaddino
Songwriter
Spencer Linn
Spencer Linn
Songwriter
Cameron Harrell
Cameron Harrell
Songwriter
Patrick Jobe
Patrick Jobe
Songwriter
Jeremy Klein
Jeremy Klein
Songwriter

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Nighttime is when they all come out Drive by your gravesite, wish you well Brrah Brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah Uh, I smell death Pull a knife out my back then I put it through your chest (Rest) Bring you back from the dead just to put you in a hearse Put your bitch in a Benz Like fa, fa, fa, fa, click, bop, boom Float through the, float through the, float through the room I float, you float, he float too All the goons pop out like, "Boo" Like hello, hello, anybody home? It's that HH CEO 'til I ghost Smoke blowing from your mouth and yo' nose Need an exorcist to get the bitch out of you Know that you're still lil' bro That's the one and only reason I ain't smack you for real Clones, tryna take my vеrse off a song I know some dogs out of Europe who can rip through your throat And my Mount Rushmorе is me, Witchy and KAM' Automatic, pray it don't jam in our hands Lotta static, status a matter of who cares Man, when you got demons like this, who need friends? Like uh, I'm finna whip this ho The flow cold, like the snow on the the coat in October For closure, I don't fuck with none of y'all posers You all talk more than hoes, and trust me, I would know Nighttime is when they all come out (Yeah, ayy, ayy) Stop, shh, wait, what's that sound? Float around your town, it's the Haunted House Drive by your gravesite, wish you well Stop, shh, wait, what's that sound? Had to gloat like a ho, got you stuffed in the ground Nighttime is when they all come out Stop, shh, wait, what's that sound? Float around your town, it's the Haunted House Drive by your gravesite, wish you well Stop, shh, wait, what's that sound? Had to gloat like a ho, got you stuffed in the ground Truth is, we're a plague inside a rut I just sip another chalice, I don't plan on waking up Woke up, I'm drinkin' blue blood, depression-colored white collar Snobby daughter tries to call for help, then she gon' live in squalor Chapter 33 ultramarine nightcrawler Shriek when it's time to feed the chainsword, I gas the throttle Yeah, wench, I need my goblet Drink your blood outta the trophy All the voices in my head'll keep me cozy Now I'm wobbling Scratch at the walls of my noggin So it's time to line 'em up Watch 'em all ring around the rosie Why they wanna keep all our skulls in a box like Dahmer, though? You bitches don't even know me, you don't No, not enough Finally famous but MIA, I went and grew horns Poking out of the top of my head, it look like two thorns We making newborns Now they play a song it just gets to them Star ghoul Sleuth, demon Jesus I'm out in Bethlehem (Bro, what the fuck?) Guess I'm up next Caught 'em in the rain, left 'em bloody in a GORE-TEX Alabaster face inside the case, fuck a Rolex Money extra, swolley hitting reps up on the Boflex Burner stick like velcro rip the strap off if you get me tight Smoking harvest greens like I'm Steve packed in a corn pipe Out here in the Everglades with Mossman and a .45 Blast you out your Crocs, he should've had them hoes in overdrive Day to day, been all the same Counting money with the gang, the only things that keep me sane Ripping out her guts just like some gifts on Christmas day No, these hoes don't ever bring me shit but exponential pain Pop 'em with my fist like nollie switch, shred up his lip Red dot from the glick Don't make me twitch and reel this fucking clip Fuck you with? Who the fuck you with? Don't give no fucking shit, I'm with the gang (Haunted House) Fuckin' up your night, bitch Nighttime is when they all come out (Yeah, ayy, ayy) Stop, shh, wait, what's that sound? Float around your town, it's the Haunted House Drive by your gravesite, wish you well Stop, shh, wait, what's that sound? Had to gloat like a ho, got you stuffed in the ground Nighttime is when they all come out Stop, shh, wait, what's that sound? Float around your town, it's the Haunted House Drive by your gravesite, wish you well Stop, shh, wait, what's that sound? Had to gloat like a ho, got you stuffed in the ground (In my restless dreams) (Brrah) Uh, I smell death Pull a knife out my back then I put it through your chest (Rest) Bring you back from the dead just to put you in a hearse Put your bitch in a Benz Like fa, fa, fa, fa, click, bop, boom Float through the, float through the, float through the room I float, you float, he float too All the goons pop out like, "Boo"
Writer(s): Jeremy Klein, Patrick Jobe, Spencer Linn, Cameron Joseph Harrell, Gaspare Magaddino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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