CELLAR DOOR
I'm so drugged out have a hard time placing faces
I see Frank
In my rear view
Different places
Smash my head
Through my wall
Gimme space bitch, damn
Don't take orders from no bitch
I ain't no Son of Sam
I hear voices in my head I think they want drugs too
My bitch pale like a ghost bust my nut like boo
Pray to god when my heart beat out my chest
Woah who?
Is that Frank
In my head again
I wish that I was you
Piece of shit
But I drip
I get lost
When I sip
I get lost
When I hit
I get lost
Acid lick
Feel like Teen Wolf in my Letterman
My seed is toxic going celibate
Demons in my closet gotta settle this
Tongue going numb speak like Slytherin
I'm so drugged out have a hard time placing faces
I see Frank
In my rear view
Different places
Smash my head
Through my wall
Gimme space bitch, damn
Don't take orders from no bitch
I ain't no Son of Sam
Where's the Cellar Door?
Tell me what you sell it for?
I seen it better bro
You should probably let it go
I just wanna feel numb
People are just so dumb
They do it for reactions
Pull up bleeding
White lines you should feed em
My life got no reason
Tell me what's the meaning?
My baby stay gleaming
But I still got my demons
They been getting hungry but I don't wanna feed em
I'm so drugged out have a hard time placing faces
I see Frank
In my rear view
Different places
Smash my head
Through my wall
Gimme space bitch, damn
Don't take orders from no bitch
I ain't no Son of Sam
I see Frank
In my rear view
Different places
Smash my head
Through my wall
Gimme space bitch, damn
Don't take orders from no bitch
I ain't no Son of Sam
I hear voices in my head I think they want drugs too
My bitch pale like a ghost bust my nut like boo
Pray to god when my heart beat out my chest
Woah who?
Is that Frank
In my head again
I wish that I was you
Piece of shit
But I drip
I get lost
When I sip
I get lost
When I hit
I get lost
Acid lick
Feel like Teen Wolf in my Letterman
My seed is toxic going celibate
Demons in my closet gotta settle this
Tongue going numb speak like Slytherin
I'm so drugged out have a hard time placing faces
I see Frank
In my rear view
Different places
Smash my head
Through my wall
Gimme space bitch, damn
Don't take orders from no bitch
I ain't no Son of Sam
Where's the Cellar Door?
Tell me what you sell it for?
I seen it better bro
You should probably let it go
I just wanna feel numb
People are just so dumb
They do it for reactions
Pull up bleeding
White lines you should feed em
My life got no reason
Tell me what's the meaning?
My baby stay gleaming
But I still got my demons
They been getting hungry but I don't wanna feed em
I'm so drugged out have a hard time placing faces
I see Frank
In my rear view
Different places
Smash my head
Through my wall
Gimme space bitch, damn
Don't take orders from no bitch
I ain't no Son of Sam
Credits
Writer(s): Remy Lawrence
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