Lyrics

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could, it'd all be straight I put this pistol on my waist It reminds me I could die tonight Die tonight Aint ready to go Why would I leave Slide with the mobb That's how I bleed Swerving the ghost Picking up speed Popping this yeah to put me at ease Thinking bout the bros and I start to grieve I think about Roc, I think about Smeez The blink got a dot and I'ma squeeze I'm sliding for Dot, I'm sliding for Kreez Forty on me like I'm aging I know they're talking to agents Pray they don't hit us with RICO I know I'm the one that they're naming Roll down the window and flame um Fuck it it's still live Rolling their dead just to feel live Bitch I know they're telling I still slide Pouring this wocky in my cup now Till I don't feel no pain Even when my life's the brightest I still feel the rain But even if I didn't, it'd all be straight I put this pistol on my waist It reminds me I could die tonight Die tonight
Writer(s): Dido Armstrong, Paul Philip Herman, Myles Hadley Lockwood, Ahmed Alaa Ahmed Farghaly, Karandeep Singh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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