Lyrics

I'll eat it up But I'm talking your blood If you're in my way Then you are done Not drinking Bombay But I'm eating your lungs Whatever you got for me I don't want none You only tell me what I wana hear your word don't matter to me I don't know if you could fuck with me, I might just stab the Pussy Pretty ironic you shelf me like I'm just an average rookie I don't pay attention to the drama, keepin tabs yo ass a bookie You spending all your time like you could pay the bill with it Better tell your cashier that you just need some film rented Yeah your life's a movie homie and the world is still spinning You culd make the comedy, I'm action, you a thrill gimmick On a stairway to the heavens, you got height fears? How the hell you gona jump if you can't fly dear? Why you think I don't rely on them to fight fair? If I keep waitin on yo ass then ima die here I'll eat it up But I'm talking your blood If you're in my way Then you are done Not drinking Bombay But I'm eating your lungs Whatever you got for me I don't want none On a stairway to the heavens, you got height fears? How the hell you gona jump if you can't fly dear? Why you think I don't rely on them to fight fair? If I keep waitin on yo ass then ima die here If I keep waitin on yo ass then ima die here Ima die here If I keep waitin on yo ass then ima die here Ima die here Wom...
Writer(s): Jake Alpern Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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