Dead Flowers
Yup... Yup, and I was born again... electric shocks to my chest
Thomas Edison vs Elephant
Bitches say I'm elegant, my baby momma dead to me
Casper be my son. True story no tears drops
I'm the type to run from my problems
Running with wolves always seemed kinda fun
But fuck a modern sheep
You can sleep with the fishes
Coins to the pond, but they never granting no wishes
Hanged around with witches
And fucked a couple of bitches
Now they dead to me...
Jack the Ripper on killing spree
Mind n body laid in shackles
I'm trapped, I can never free
Ima lover boy, she said bang, like metal toys
I'm just a sex pistol shooting semen on these demon's lips
Baby Issa hot mess. Big tits, no contest
I'm never happy, just sappy, never content
Always on some nonsense
Dark shades on, no more rose colored glasses
Chill, I'm the villain now
Fuck dead flowers
She love the way I plow her
I like my pussy sweet, while smoking on some sour
Fuck dead flowers
I'm suicidal, not a coward
Bring me back to life give me give me all that power
3am witching hour, party hard living like a lunatic
Tic-toc, life's flashing before my eyes
These chains, never been a disguise
I been thru the negative hanging out with bad vibes
Fell in love but shits so complicated
Now I'm burning bridges, tearing down everything created
My mind's jaded I'm faded, I made this
I'm always tearing pages
Losers tell me, that you gotta fake it to make it
But I ain't never been the type
Always on my hype, a real king standing before your eyes
But still beneath crowns, I don't wanna be royalty
Wolves only frown, and know the word loyalty
You can give me roses
But just know that they dead to me
The real Al Simmons, and the only thing healing me
It's Comic books, smoke and booze that be my recipe
I'm weapon x to my enemies
They body bags, getting laid out, have em catching Z's
Sweet dreams, sleep beneath my feet
As I'm making Harley cream...
You'll love me when I'm gone but for now
I'm out.
Fuck dead flowers
She love the way I plow her
I like my pussy sweet, while smoking on some sour
Fuck dead flowers
I'm suicidal, not a coward
Bring me back to life give me give me all that power
Fuck dead flowers
She love the way I plow her
I like my pussy sweet, while smoking on some sour
Fuck dead flowers
I'm suicidal, not a coward
Bring me back to life give me, give me, give all that...
Thomas Edison vs Elephant
Bitches say I'm elegant, my baby momma dead to me
Casper be my son. True story no tears drops
I'm the type to run from my problems
Running with wolves always seemed kinda fun
But fuck a modern sheep
You can sleep with the fishes
Coins to the pond, but they never granting no wishes
Hanged around with witches
And fucked a couple of bitches
Now they dead to me...
Jack the Ripper on killing spree
Mind n body laid in shackles
I'm trapped, I can never free
Ima lover boy, she said bang, like metal toys
I'm just a sex pistol shooting semen on these demon's lips
Baby Issa hot mess. Big tits, no contest
I'm never happy, just sappy, never content
Always on some nonsense
Dark shades on, no more rose colored glasses
Chill, I'm the villain now
Fuck dead flowers
She love the way I plow her
I like my pussy sweet, while smoking on some sour
Fuck dead flowers
I'm suicidal, not a coward
Bring me back to life give me give me all that power
3am witching hour, party hard living like a lunatic
Tic-toc, life's flashing before my eyes
These chains, never been a disguise
I been thru the negative hanging out with bad vibes
Fell in love but shits so complicated
Now I'm burning bridges, tearing down everything created
My mind's jaded I'm faded, I made this
I'm always tearing pages
Losers tell me, that you gotta fake it to make it
But I ain't never been the type
Always on my hype, a real king standing before your eyes
But still beneath crowns, I don't wanna be royalty
Wolves only frown, and know the word loyalty
You can give me roses
But just know that they dead to me
The real Al Simmons, and the only thing healing me
It's Comic books, smoke and booze that be my recipe
I'm weapon x to my enemies
They body bags, getting laid out, have em catching Z's
Sweet dreams, sleep beneath my feet
As I'm making Harley cream...
You'll love me when I'm gone but for now
I'm out.
Fuck dead flowers
She love the way I plow her
I like my pussy sweet, while smoking on some sour
Fuck dead flowers
I'm suicidal, not a coward
Bring me back to life give me give me all that power
Fuck dead flowers
She love the way I plow her
I like my pussy sweet, while smoking on some sour
Fuck dead flowers
I'm suicidal, not a coward
Bring me back to life give me, give me, give all that...
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Arana
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