Spider Feet (feat. Yung Lean)

Suicideyear

Ain't no squad, ain't no boys, man, it's sad boys in this bitch

Lil' lean

Spiders on my feet but you be caught up in the web

I was never playing, I was rocking in the bed

I ain't got no baby Billie Jean my diamonds red

Chilling off a benzo when I'm clearing out my head

Spiders on my feet but you be caught up in the web

I was never playing, I was rocking in the bed

I ain't got no baby Billie Jean my diamonds red

Chilling off a benzo when I'm clearing out my head

All tainted, Chevy painted heavy clear the windows out

All silver everything, my mind is hard to figure out

Playoff like the Lakers money maker I'ma get her out

Page it get it later leave you quiet just like a mouse

Never had to fake it I just break the bread and spread it out

Yeah I keep the bread, homie, on me hard not to leave my route

Never had to fake it I just break the bread and spread it out

Yeah I keep the bread, homie, on me hard not to leave my route

I don't melt for nobody but her

Ridicule my situation, ridicule your words

Living with my symptoms like living with a bird

Ten toes down I keep counting like a nerd

Geeked out but I'm down now, I'm happy seen the worst

Yeah I love life but I get lust for another

Yeah I love girls and I stay around my brothers

Pay myself with Voss, it makes no difference towards others

Show me around and I'll show you all my fears

Take me to a town where they never see my tears

Put in time, but he forgot those years

Sorry I've been caught up but for you I'm always here

All tainted, Chevy painted heavy clear the windows out

All silver everything, my mind is hard to figure out

Playoff like the Lakers money maker I'ma get her out

Page it get it later leave you quiet just like a mouse

Never had to fake it I just break the bread and spread it out

Yeah I keep the bread, homie, on me hard not to leave my route

Never had to fake it I just break the bread and spread it out

Yeah I keep the bread, homie, on me hard not to leave my route

Playoff like the Lakers money maker I'ma get her out

Page it get it later leave you quiet just like a mouse

Never had to fake it I just break the bread and spread it out

Yeah I keep the bread, homie, on me hard not to leave my route

Lean, lean, lean, lean doer

Lean, lean, lean, lean doer

Suicideyear