Lyrics
One, two
Buckle my coffin
I don't wanna talk but we fuck so often
I don't wanna think about the days I spent
On the down low losing my goddamn sense
No frown though, babe, I gotta pay my rent
Just hold on to me
I don't really make good company
I just gotta thank you for lovin' me
One, two
Crack my mental
Why is everything so fucking consequential?
On the East Coast smoking blunts in my rental
Shawty take notes, she just grabbed her pencil
Didn't think you would fall for a bad boy
Leather jacket got her wet like Blastoise
Skinny lady but she rock with fat boys
I'ma kill whoever makin' all that noise
All my friends killers, they move in convoy
Daddy's little girl is sinning in my voice
Well, it's my choice
I never rejoice
Except when they freed me and all of my boys
So please, bitch, open your mind now
I don't wanna die sayin' that I didn't try now
Look in your eyes when you're dead in your coffin
I don't wanna say it but this shit feels awesome
One, two
Buckle my coffin
I don't wanna talk but we fuck so often
I don't wanna think about the days I spent
On the down low losing my goddamn sense
No frown though, babe, I gotta pay my rent
Just hold on to me
I don't really make good company
I just gotta thank you for lovin' me
One, two
Can't stop coughin'
Fuck do you want?
These dead opps are awesome
Flossin, when I go home, rock a Gucci coat
In Boston, all the opposition wanna talk
They know I got them
They're goin' out sad
They're goin' out sad
Yeah, they're goin' out sad
Got a lotta sons, you could call me Dad
I don't wanna fuck on a bitch of she ain't bad
I don't wanna think 'bout the chances that I had
Living in my head, it's a goddamn punishment
Feelin' like Breezy baby
Yeah, I'm runnin' it
Life is never easy baby, but I'm lovin' it
They all wanna talk
Fuck you wanna say?
How you ruined every single day?
Look in my heart
Real past tense
I have the time that I wish I spent
Now I'm on the road
Thinkin' 'bout this
I don't wanna cry but I feel this shit
When I see you in the wrong direction
I don't wanna get no introspection
But I'm right here
One, two
Buckle my coffin
I don't wanna talk but we fuck so often
I don't wanna think about the days I spent
On the down low losing my goddamn sense
No frown though, babe, I gotta pay my rent
Just hold on to me
I don't really make good company
I just gotta thank you for lovin' me
One, two
Buckle my coffin
I don't wanna talk but we fuck so often
I don't wanna think about the days I spent
On the down low losing my goddamn sense
No frown though, babe, I gotta pay my rent
Just hold on to me
I don't really make good company
I just gotta thank you for lovin' me
Written by: Aemon G Williams
