Party With the Dead
Time is ticking, listen can you hear it
Death calling getting interference
Wide range of static never distant
Will my sins be unforgiven
Love sex drugs, Intermittent livin
Been betrayed by my own kin
Blood is thick, but is water thicker
Maybe so
I was Sippin on promethazine
Then I had to slip another bean
Feeling like I'm stuck inside a dream
Baby can you console me
Love me, need me
Good gas, bankrolls
Stacking up all the c-notes
.223, eat a nigga up like it's bistro
Cartier frames, blind to the games
I see the devil he want me to play
Lost in the world don't know where to go
Ima go out like a star on my own yeah
Good drugs got me gone yeah
Good drugs got me gone
Good drugs got me gone yeah
Good drugs got me gone
Pour a 4, jolly rancher sprite sippin lean
Lotta drugs backstage, bitch bad super freak
Bad like 03' Angelina Jolie (yeah)
Young god raising hell like hades
Off the drugs, I don't care about my safety
I'm going down, can somebody save me
I'm going down, will nobody save me (Save me)
Fuck it, Ima party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
I'm moving slow
Pull up in a ghost
Sippin the wok
I po up a 4
Po up a 8
A nigga too gone
Ya bitch is a thottie, you know that she chose
I don't give a fuck
Stacking the bucks, no Tampa bay
Count up the cake
Pussy I kill
Money I make
Money I take
You is a fake
Stay in yo lane
Often I lay my head down low in shame
Hard to get rid of the scars and the pain
Head below water, I drown in the rain
Pop me a top, this lic to the face
A blunt to the face
These hoes on my dick, screamin my name
Rockin the mic call me Ozzy Cobain
Piercing these niggas with blood and pain
My life a movie, sometimes a dream
But then I awake and it ruins my day
I'm gonna die
Feel like I'm on the way down to the grave
Six feet deep
Dead and deceased
Restin In Peace
Falling to hell
Already in hell
Screaming for heaven, i'm making my exit
Now I'm dying slow
Pour a 4, jolly rancher sprite sippin lean
Lotta drugs backstage, bitch bad super freak
Bad like 03' Angelina Jolie (Yeah)
Young god raising hell like hades
Off the drugs, I don't care about my safety
I'm going down, can somebody save me
I'm going down, will nobody save me (Save me)
Fuck it, Ima party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Death calling getting interference
Wide range of static never distant
Will my sins be unforgiven
Love sex drugs, Intermittent livin
Been betrayed by my own kin
Blood is thick, but is water thicker
Maybe so
I was Sippin on promethazine
Then I had to slip another bean
Feeling like I'm stuck inside a dream
Baby can you console me
Love me, need me
Good gas, bankrolls
Stacking up all the c-notes
.223, eat a nigga up like it's bistro
Cartier frames, blind to the games
I see the devil he want me to play
Lost in the world don't know where to go
Ima go out like a star on my own yeah
Good drugs got me gone yeah
Good drugs got me gone
Good drugs got me gone yeah
Good drugs got me gone
Pour a 4, jolly rancher sprite sippin lean
Lotta drugs backstage, bitch bad super freak
Bad like 03' Angelina Jolie (yeah)
Young god raising hell like hades
Off the drugs, I don't care about my safety
I'm going down, can somebody save me
I'm going down, will nobody save me (Save me)
Fuck it, Ima party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
I'm moving slow
Pull up in a ghost
Sippin the wok
I po up a 4
Po up a 8
A nigga too gone
Ya bitch is a thottie, you know that she chose
I don't give a fuck
Stacking the bucks, no Tampa bay
Count up the cake
Pussy I kill
Money I make
Money I take
You is a fake
Stay in yo lane
Often I lay my head down low in shame
Hard to get rid of the scars and the pain
Head below water, I drown in the rain
Pop me a top, this lic to the face
A blunt to the face
These hoes on my dick, screamin my name
Rockin the mic call me Ozzy Cobain
Piercing these niggas with blood and pain
My life a movie, sometimes a dream
But then I awake and it ruins my day
I'm gonna die
Feel like I'm on the way down to the grave
Six feet deep
Dead and deceased
Restin In Peace
Falling to hell
Already in hell
Screaming for heaven, i'm making my exit
Now I'm dying slow
Pour a 4, jolly rancher sprite sippin lean
Lotta drugs backstage, bitch bad super freak
Bad like 03' Angelina Jolie (Yeah)
Young god raising hell like hades
Off the drugs, I don't care about my safety
I'm going down, can somebody save me
I'm going down, will nobody save me (Save me)
Fuck it, Ima party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
Party with the dead
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Writer(s): Elijah Pierce
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