Counting sheep until I'm sound asleep I'm lounging deep in a grave I Found without a sound or peep I lay in the ground, six feet Slick as sleet, sneakin' a beat Let the breath leak out my mouth Bitch, I want your skull Fuck what's under your skirt You broke my heart, and now I'ma I'ma make you hurt stomp you on the curb And then I'll throw you in the dirt Give you back to the Earth Girl, you were something special, yeah You were my fucking first you wanna cuddle? We can cuddle in the back Of the fucking hearse (We can cuddle in the back Of the fucking hearse) I don't need your sympathy Make them bitches sing for me Caught up in reality, smokin' on some fantasy Put the gun against my Head, pull the trigger, now I'm dead Bitches wanna count my bread Only let them give me head Sleeping in a tulip bed Smokin' green and seeing red Loading up the clip with lead Trigger finger soft as thread No jewels and no chains, I like it that way Don't know what I'm up to until That Glock in your face I pop that bitch, and I spray Got these hoes on delay All it take is one word They do whatever I say (All it take is one word They do whatever I say)
я готова слушать этот инструментал бесконечно.. бит настолько ахуенно подходит под обложку альбома, сэмпл ассоциируется с пустотой, печалью, отчаянием, хочется часами слушать это под дождливой погодой
Its been 3 years since we broke up and yet im still replaying every moment with her in my head. Im kinda shattered but as long as she happy im ok with that. Im not even sure why am i sayin this to random people on the internet, but I felt like this song made me release those thoughts so I just did. ❤ Guys, just be safe! Love❤
yeah for sure, it reminds me of tear drops in the rain. Definitely a song i imagine being played during a bittersweet ending to a cyberpunk movie/game/anime lol
The cover album fits the beat perfectly. I can picture the police car responding to a crime scene. Death, despair, helplessness, during the hurricane season.
Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin' $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care, Norfside, shit, where the fuck that been R.I.P, $lick $loth... Playa hataz surround me Like vultures on a dead body Get the fuck from 'round me Ain't tryna be ya' fuckin' friend White boy with the nappy hair Bought the platinums, nah not double-O bruh Bunch of all you thirsty 30 somethin' motherfuckin bald head headass Boy get off this playa's nuts Test your luck, might catch slugs This that middle finger up Shit, fuck a bitch And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it Tell me really How does it feel? If you were in the field believin' the vision that we livin' Fuck the flux there's no competition We got the leverage Fuck you punks we stocked with weapons 47's 45's Tec's Poles on this cut throat boy There's more than one reason that I'm a R.I.P boy Ain't broke I gotta a lotta fuckin' bread Now I've seen the globe Puff another load Sitting in another lead pipe Cause my pockets got a lot of fucking holes leaving trails of the crumbs So them fuckboys will follow, yeah Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow But roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort It's a tough pill to kick Always fall short Standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport The money, the bitches, the fame feelin' like a whore Now I'm smokin' more ports and I'm closer to death Then I was when I was poor Coke and bitches in the kitchen passin' out on the couch I'll die from bein' bored He'll die from bein' bored Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord Sing a sad ass song for Yung Snow, putting in hours at the morgue Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword blizzard storm when I fucking mourn
you can see me in the streets lying on the ground, while i think about future about past lost in my own shadows, till i pass out hey i didnt heard, watcha talking about i dont feel i wanna talk now i dont wanna come out i think i am loosing control and its fine though i know i am better alone no calls on my phone its my fault, bitch i know but yall already know i shine better, when i am fucked up (when i am fucked up) you can see it in my eyes my heart cold like ice i forgot the last time i heard something nice Lost in the void, where emotions collide, i am a solitary wanderer, with nowhere to hide. I navigate this desolation, my heart open wide if the happiness has a price i would rather to fuckin die in the darkness of the night i just wanna see your face for one last time i am not going to cry, i just wanna fly let me touch your tight if u just dont mind take me high take me high, let me blow your mind i know you are not mine, that everything is a lie i Need your white dress, i miss u all the time You’re outside, stars in my sky collide. Tears on my face, questioning myself if I’ve died, In this realm of feelings, asking the stars if again we are going to coincide.
Could anyone tell me where I can get that "yeah" sound effect" from? 0:43 been looking for it for a while, I've heard Ye use it in his tracks too Great job on the instrumental, btw. Sounds just like the original
Hair down, smoking on a blunt Smoking a fucking cigarette, to fuck up both of my lungs Fuck you mean you hung yourself from the top bunk, bitch? You ain't even high enough to touch a Glock, boy Bitch, I put it to my skull Bitch, believe I'ma drop, boy Drop dead in the middle of the block, boy Stuck between a hard place and a rock, boy Rot in the box, breaking the locks Time is money, I ain't even got a clock, boy Watch them hoes flock, boy Break my fucking heart, and now I'm bustin' out shots, boy Put it to my head, and watch my head pop, boy Don't quit your day job, who the fuck else gonna stock, boy? You motherfucking box boy [Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH] Hair up, purple double cup Bodies in the trunk Never front, this ain't what you want .30 in the pump $uicide, take my own life Every night I die, every night I'm high Another depressing-ass alibi Reason for the drugs, reason for the subs Give a fuck about the club I'll walk up in that bitch, and shoot that motherfucker up Fuck the DJ, fuck your clique And fuck your songs, boy I swear I hate you motherfuckers, leave me alone, boy Fuck a scene, fuck a trend, fuck your clothes, too Fuck you mean you with your team? And that's your hoe too? Give a fuck about your dreams, or your whole crew And if this is what it seems, I'm hollering, "fuck you!"
"Time to die" Hair down, smoking on a blunt Smoking a fucking cigarette To fuck up both of my lungs Fuck you mean you hung yourself From the top bunk, bitch? You ain't even high enough to touch a Glock Boy bitch, I put it to my skull Bitch, believe I'ma drop, boy Drop dead in the middle of the block, boy Stuck between a hard place and a rock, boy Rot in the box, breaking the locks Time is money, I ain't even got a clock, boy Watch them hoes flock, boy Break my fucking heart, and now I'm bustin' out shots, boy Put it to my head, and watch my head pop, boy Don't quit your day job, who The fuck else gonna stock, boy? You motherfucking box boy Hair up, purple double cup Bodies in the trunk Never front, this ain't what you want 30 in the pump $uicide, take my own life Every night I die, everynight I'm high Another depressing-ass alibi Reason for the drugs, reason for the subs Give a fuck about the club I'll walk up in that bitch And shoot that motherfucker up Fuck the DJ, fuck your clique And fuck your songs, boy i swear I hate you Motherfuckers, leave me alone, boy Fuck a scene, fuck a Trend, fuck your clothes, too Fuck you mean you with your team? And that's your hoe too? Give a fuck about your dreams Or your whole crew And if this is what it seems, I'm hollering "fuck you!"
