Lyrics

So you wanna bury me Put me in the dirt Crucify me for my sins in the name of those I hurt But who gon' carry me with blood all in my shirt Two strikes against me On my way to the third And it hurts, and it hurts ha, for what's its worth Never giving anyone what they didn't deserve My due's paid, my time served, and I'll take that to my grave So you can put me in the hearse (And I'll take that to my grave so you can put me in the hearse) No more Praying for rain that never came NO MORE! Swearing to a god that don't know me by name And you can all get fucked Sick of being tested by these pussies who don't want it They don't want it The realest stakes Ha, as real as this And I didn't have to lie I didn't make up shit And you can check the paper work I didn't make up shit And I'll do it all again I'll stand by what I did But what you call someone who gossips and talks shit? That's a bitch That's a bitch And I ain't dropping names 'Cause I ain't trying to bring you fame But you's a bitch And a snitch, ha (But you's a bitch And a snitch, ha) No more Praying for rain that never came NO MORE! Swearing to a god that don't know me by name And you can all get fucked Sick of being tested by these pussies who don't want it They don't want it Ha, yea they don't want it Sick of being tested by these pussies who don't want it They don't want it I may be bent (I may be bent) But motherfucker I ain't broke So you can keep taking notes And you can hang on every quote My every lies that I wrote I'm gone
Writer(s): Kim Ofstad, Hitesh Ceon, Andrea Martin, Tor Hermansen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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