Deadmanwalking
I'm a dead man walking with a limp, hey
Smoking head band coughing off a zip, hey
Finesse the head then she walking out my crib, hey
Pop some meds then forget all the shit that I regret
I'm a dead man walking with a limp, hey
Smoking head band coughing off a zip, hey
Finesse the head then she walking out my crib, hey
Pop some meds then forget all the shit that I regret
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
Can't stop rolling shit up
Not like I wish I that could
Can't get caught opening up
Not like I wish that I would
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
Can't stop rolling shit up
Not like I wish I that could
Can't get caught opening up
Not like I wish that I would
I been in my thoughts, you know that
Tryna find myself but I'm out roaming with no map
Weight up on my shoulders hurt my back
I got burdens on my soul, and that's facts
No cap, okay
Everyday the same shit
And that's some sad to say shit
Don't ask me how my day went
I hate conversation
Conversate with Satan, okay
And arguing with God, oh no
Fell away from Heaven's gates then
I landed in a drop top, okay
Artist, architect, I build my character
Elm city mobbing yeah you know the area
The sky the limit, I don't know a barrier
Depression hit him, here go hysteria
Evil whispers in my head, keep hearing em
Stay inside because my mind delirious
Been tempted and when the cat get curious
Can't stop myself before some shit get serious
I'm a dead man walking with a limp, hey
Smoking head band coughing off a zip, hey
Finesse the head then she walking out my crib, hey
Pop some meds then forget all the shit that I regret
I'm a dead man walking with a limp, hey
Smoking head band coughing off a zip, hey
Finesse the head then she walking out my crib, hey
Pop some meds then forget all the shit that I regret
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
Can't stop rolling shit up
Not like I wish I that could
Can't get caught opening up
Not like I wish that I would
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
Can't stop rolling shit up
Not like I wish I that could
Can't get caught opening up
Not like I wish that I would
Smoking head band coughing off a zip, hey
Finesse the head then she walking out my crib, hey
Pop some meds then forget all the shit that I regret
I'm a dead man walking with a limp, hey
Smoking head band coughing off a zip, hey
Finesse the head then she walking out my crib, hey
Pop some meds then forget all the shit that I regret
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
Can't stop rolling shit up
Not like I wish I that could
Can't get caught opening up
Not like I wish that I would
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
Can't stop rolling shit up
Not like I wish I that could
Can't get caught opening up
Not like I wish that I would
I been in my thoughts, you know that
Tryna find myself but I'm out roaming with no map
Weight up on my shoulders hurt my back
I got burdens on my soul, and that's facts
No cap, okay
Everyday the same shit
And that's some sad to say shit
Don't ask me how my day went
I hate conversation
Conversate with Satan, okay
And arguing with God, oh no
Fell away from Heaven's gates then
I landed in a drop top, okay
Artist, architect, I build my character
Elm city mobbing yeah you know the area
The sky the limit, I don't know a barrier
Depression hit him, here go hysteria
Evil whispers in my head, keep hearing em
Stay inside because my mind delirious
Been tempted and when the cat get curious
Can't stop myself before some shit get serious
I'm a dead man walking with a limp, hey
Smoking head band coughing off a zip, hey
Finesse the head then she walking out my crib, hey
Pop some meds then forget all the shit that I regret
I'm a dead man walking with a limp, hey
Smoking head band coughing off a zip, hey
Finesse the head then she walking out my crib, hey
Pop some meds then forget all the shit that I regret
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
Can't stop rolling shit up
Not like I wish I that could
Can't get caught opening up
Not like I wish that I would
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
I been smoking too much
I ain't been feeling too good
Can't stop rolling shit up
Not like I wish I that could
Can't get caught opening up
Not like I wish that I would
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Duncan
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