Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cobain
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coin Hercules
Composer
Cobain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
4_head
Producer
Lyrics
You **** left me for dead
I ain’t forget that shit
Thank me later
I’m the best you ever had
I rather cat have hold my tongue
Then let the cat outside the bag
I work my lats and then my abs
I’m just getting in shape
She bring a ****
Back home to her mama
And fix me a plate
I cut ties with my old friends
Career hanging on by four dreads
Cheated on bitch
Came home and kissed her on the forehead
The closed mouth
That always had enough
And broke bread
Guns and butter can’t believe we got this out gutter
**** said that I fell off I felt dismayed disheveled
Had dream within my reach but had bargain with the devil
Rather leave on the shelf or bury that shit with a shovel ****
We laugh at funerals and cry at the birth of babies
I be damned lead my people down the path of Hades
All the freaks go in at night now that P Diddy gone
Throwing rocks and hiding hands
I hope one day you pass a kidney stone
Shiver me timbers
I’m starting to feel it in my fucking bones
Pressure bust pipes
What you think it do a ****
I told that bitch cry me a river
If you thirsty drink yo tears
My cousin Jordan lost his mama
I ain’t talk to him in 20 years
Written by: Cobain, Coin Hercules