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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alija David Ibrahim
Alija David Ibrahim
Songwriter
Geovanni Bregas
Geovanni Bregas
Songwriter
Bertrand Madani
Bertrand Madani
Songwriter
Parama Surya Buditama
Parama Surya Buditama
Songwriter
Muhammad Adeelio Kauthar
Muhammad Adeelio Kauthar
Songwriter
Aldo Kusuma
Aldo Kusuma
Songwriter
Darryl Alvin Hitipeuw
Darryl Alvin Hitipeuw
Songwriter

Lyrics

What's your karma weight Tell me what's your karma weight Tiko you a renegade Finish of your karma plate Now what's your karma weight Now what's your karma weight Tiko you a renegade Finish off your karma plate Wipe my tears down Let me face my fears (wipe my) Wipe my tears down Let me face my fears Wipe my tears down Let me face my fears (wipe my) Wipe my tears down Let me face my fears Feeling shit 'cause i'm nemesis i'ma ignorant without company Who the fuck my enemy is well, biatch Please, please, please, please I know i'll never have shit Died slow in a pit Bury me for what i spit Wait! Renegade pound faces for embodiment Vindicate for open taboo's of pentagon Put it downward, fallen kingdom babylon Sunk into deep let me extinct great megalodon Motherfucker i dont give a fuck what you think Bath me in your blood let me sink Spill your guts let us have a feast Walking shadow creep when you sleep Bitch To be hamlet Who me? Anubis Suck your blood, leech Better commit seppuku Before i come to siphon life from you Blast off Bitch you better mask off I can't see your future blood clot chop your head off Clutch your neck like I'm cobra Wipe my tears down Let me face my fears (wipe my) Wipe my tears down Let me face my fears Wipe my tears down Let me face my fears (wipe my) Wipe my tears down Let me face my fears I'm feelin hella sick Now call a doctor I'm the baddest bitch Stingin acupuncture I'm an 06 With a madt culture An apocalypse Waitin' time for rapture I don't take 5s I don't take 2s I'm the realest bitch With a bad news Sayin' Sayonara Leavin bad bruise Better call me karma I come around to get you Lack of confidence man fuck my mental With a melody I'm an instrumental Aching sick of takin' knowing no is the answer Let the mind be fucked from the genius rental Black ops dead cops brand cops fake cops that I don't fuck with One Glock tick tock deadshot guns up headshot Shoot Do a Beckham on reality Murder my demons and the thoughts that be killing me I'm Killing myself, like a felony I am a slave to my thoughts, like a cherokee (Uhhhm) Lately my family and friends they be failin' me All of my loved ones are gone They ain't feeling me Fuck em' Uhhm I ain't even feeling me Fuck I can't cope for shit, I can't cope for shit Slit My wrist Maybe I'm better off dead 'cause I can't cope for shit I can't cope for shit, I can't cope for shit Slit My wrist Maybe I'm better off dead 'cause I can't cope for shit I'm fucking beat up in this bitch, need a vacation I'm fucking tired of these pointless conversations I'm fucking anxious, and I'm caught up in depression There's a party in my head, no invitations Wipe my tears down Let me face my fears (wipe my) Wipe my tears down Let me face my fears Fuck I can't cope for shit, i can't cope for shit Slit my wrist Maybe I'm better off dead 'cause I can't cope for shit I can't cope for shit, i can't cope for shit Slit my wrist Maybe I'm better off dead 'cause I can't cope for shit
Writer(s): Aldo Kusuma, Alija David Ibrahim, Bertrand Madani, Darryl Alvin Hitipeuw, Geovanni Bregas, Muhammad Adeelio Kauthar, Parama Surya Buditama Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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