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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Death Plus
Death Plus
Vocals
Lil Peep
Lil Peep
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zackary Elijah Goss
Zackary Elijah Goss
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, fuck Bitch Uh, yeah Chillin' with the poltergeist, he wears his frozen clothes Casket thrashing 'til I die These bitches know that it's a ghost town suicide The wind ain't blowin', the leaves ain't fallin' The trees ain't growing, rivers ain't flowing Blood overflowing, I know you know this Sippin' my potion, I'm a slug Find me in the dirt, you with the roaches Find me rappin' and hustlin', selling the purp I'm with it, you want it? Got that shit that make yo' chest hurt That's if you want it, I'm a criminal pimpin' The infant that stay with the weird motherfuckers With the boys at the crib be off in the garden These hoes are the hardest, these rappers retarded, I'm sick though Depression comin' creepin' in and take you by surprise One day, you're alive, then the next day, you die Chillin' by myself, I don't need nobody Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body See me on the news, but you don't know nothin' about me We live in a society that's full of fuckin' copies (And here is the hardest part) Put it to your head Pull the trigger These motherfuckers waiting patient for the flow to come It's like I got some supernatural powers, I'm the chosen one These bitches want me dead, I'm bustin' back I got a golden gun inside my fuckin' hand I pick a hater, put a hole in one I been working, she been twerking on my fucking dick Pussy-perfect, but she never got a compliment I'm too busy stacking 20s 'cause my money spent I got kicked out of the crib, I couldn't pay my rent Young pussy, old, pussy come, pussy go Never stay the same with these motherfuckin' hoes They be triflin' like, "Why you ain't recycling for?" Shut the fuck up, bitch, I'll break my bottle right on the floor I'm smokin' dope, I'm getting throat, this beat is wavy, I'm a boat Bitch, I hope you never know the shit I do when I'm alone Hell is my home, and I ain't pickin' up my phone Get the fuck out my zone and watch yo' motherfuckin' tone, bitch Chilling by myself, I don't need nobody Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body Dope on the spoon, bitch, I'm looking like a zombie I don't wanna move, you won't see me at the party
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