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escape.exe.
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escape.exe. è stato pubblicato il 14 agosto 2026 da liste come parte dell'album songs i made manic.
14 agosto 2026
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LinguaEnglish
BPM82
Melodicità
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Valence
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Imma light this bitch up
Feeling sick like everyday
Fuck the population everybody's sick inside the brain
What im snorting off the table hitting straight inside the vein
All this oxy make me throw up in the motherfucking sink
Bitches tasting bullets of the .45 kind
I don't give a fuck about no one in my whole bloodline
It's either I wanna make it or I'm prolly gonna die
I be counting money from this shit my thumbs gon rub dry
Cut that bitch off I've been dropping everybody
That ain't worth a fuck
These bitches trash to me you ain't
Outrapping me you suck
The Whole gang whipping in a v6
Next day, riding in the truck
Slicing motherfuckers with a chain
I blow your brains with a pump
Wished that I could fucking drop dead in bitch
I'm slamming on the pedal
Open tuck that grip and if you doubt on me
You're tasting Metal
Keeping ghosts inside my crib
You're filled with millimeters yellow
Somebody dying I'm dropping
These liars I'm copping that shit cuz I'm always just fire
Tying up a racist or a pedo with a noose
Drunk as fuck sipping vodka
Making garbage with the crew
Counting stacks of all this money
We gon need a bigger roof
Stuck inside the k hole to get away from you
I'm too high for all of this
I've been seeing everything
Imma light this bitch up
Feeling sick like everyday
Fuck the population everybody's
Sick inside the brain
What im snorting off the table hitting straight inside the vein
All this oxy make me throw up in the motherfucking sink
Bitches tasting bullets of the .45 kind
I don't give a fuck about no one in my whole bloodline
It's either I wanna make it or I'm prolly gonna die
I be counting money from this shit my thumbs gon rub dry
Noose around my neck I'm really grinding till
I'm outta breath your bitch gon claim she love you
Till she come to me for godly sex I don't care bout no love
Im tryna die while counting dirty checks
My conscious fucking racing with that gun up to my poisoned head
With a pace don't need to explain
The fuck you say I'm in pain every single day
I just want a Goth bitch to spit white monster inside my mouth
There is no doubt I'm going up while all my haters falling down
Hearing that sound taking your bitch and then fucking her mouth
I'm not playing around
I can squash all the beef without saying a word
As you worms go and crawl in the ground
Imma light this bitch up
Feeling sick like everyday
Fuck the population everybody's sick inside the brain
What im snorting off the table hitting straight inside the vein
All this oxy make me throw up in the motherfucking sink
Bitches tasting bullets of the .45 kind
I don't give a fuck about no one in my whole bloodline
It's either I wanna make it or I'm prolly gonna die
I be counting money from this shit my thumbs gon rub dry
Written by: Lord.Shinra, No Name
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