Chianti
I know that life been testing me
Grinder smell like tangerine
Spun the wheel of destiny
Only God can judge my deeds
Deus Ex On PS3
Chesterfield for nicotine
Dried blood on my denim knees
Indigo ripholes Japanese
I'm more myself than I've ever been
My darker self is now my friend
Back then, everything was deep
That shit used to bother me
Kristallo Lecter, Chianti
Feast on you with fava beans
Lost in translation when a French girl try to DM me
The perky take me in my sleep
The perky take a hold of me
All I know is 'donne moi l'argent'
When I'm in Paris
Monster like the Jabberwocky
Wabbajack, I got that on me
I can make a bitch giving me shit invisible rather promptly
Under streetlights, often where you'll find me
Ghostbusting, my drip is lookin slimy
I think about this girl and how she look like Heidi
But I had to go, she said that she likes me
I'm not real though, nothing on my ID
She could barely say goodbye, I texted her a smiley
I'm in chains once more, they forever bind me
Would she ever free me again? It's unlikely
I know that life been testin me
Grinder smell like tangerine
Spun the wheel of destiny
Only god can judge my deeds
Jakes keep on chasing leads
Active camo hiding me
And I'm still sippin Chianti
So there's no need to fear my G
I know that I life been testing me
Grinder smelling lemony
Faded, Alien OG
Faded in your memory
You outgrew me like Toy Story
To the pines I'll take my leave
And I'm still sippin Chianti
So there's no need to fear my G
Grinder smell like tangerine
Spun the wheel of destiny
Only God can judge my deeds
Deus Ex On PS3
Chesterfield for nicotine
Dried blood on my denim knees
Indigo ripholes Japanese
I'm more myself than I've ever been
My darker self is now my friend
Back then, everything was deep
That shit used to bother me
Kristallo Lecter, Chianti
Feast on you with fava beans
Lost in translation when a French girl try to DM me
The perky take me in my sleep
The perky take a hold of me
All I know is 'donne moi l'argent'
When I'm in Paris
Monster like the Jabberwocky
Wabbajack, I got that on me
I can make a bitch giving me shit invisible rather promptly
Under streetlights, often where you'll find me
Ghostbusting, my drip is lookin slimy
I think about this girl and how she look like Heidi
But I had to go, she said that she likes me
I'm not real though, nothing on my ID
She could barely say goodbye, I texted her a smiley
I'm in chains once more, they forever bind me
Would she ever free me again? It's unlikely
I know that life been testin me
Grinder smell like tangerine
Spun the wheel of destiny
Only god can judge my deeds
Jakes keep on chasing leads
Active camo hiding me
And I'm still sippin Chianti
So there's no need to fear my G
I know that I life been testing me
Grinder smelling lemony
Faded, Alien OG
Faded in your memory
You outgrew me like Toy Story
To the pines I'll take my leave
And I'm still sippin Chianti
So there's no need to fear my G
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Stone
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