Curse
Will you chase me till I die
Run away from your flames
Like a curse stuck in my mind
No, I just can't explain
It haunts me by daylight
Pulling me underground
Weekly my demons ignite
Weekly my soul is drowning in the damn night
Collecting the scars
The trigger of fuckin' memoirs
Ready to jump but not able to run
Stones in my stomach, can hear this shit grump
Relations are slumps, wrap 'round my neck like a lump
I witness that people are dumb
The more time I'm wasting with patiently waiting
Make me break shit hard like the drums
I wanna break outta my cage
This dried my soul
We get along with a mad face
We may know 'bout the death
We may know 'bout the dust
On our graves, we loose the trust
I doubt you want get rid of the rust
Dia on his own, blazing the hash
Fearing any fucking teardrop
Sticking to addiction of the Benz Truck
Begging you for mercy got me pissed off
The curse never gives up
Hit me like a gun shot, numb it with the bloodshot
Now the clock knocks with the puff puff
Tied in handcuffs
I can not escape from a battle with a dead god
Blood all around me, better watch it bloody
Run away from your flames
Like a curse stuck in my mind
No, I just can't explain
It haunts me by daylight
Pulling me underground
Weekly my demons ignite
Weekly my soul is drowning in the damn night
Collecting the scars
The trigger of fuckin' memoirs
Ready to jump but not able to run
Stones in my stomach, can hear this shit grump
Relations are slumps, wrap 'round my neck like a lump
I witness that people are dumb
The more time I'm wasting with patiently waiting
Make me break shit hard like the drums
I wanna break outta my cage
This dried my soul
We get along with a mad face
We may know 'bout the death
We may know 'bout the dust
On our graves, we loose the trust
I doubt you want get rid of the rust
Dia on his own, blazing the hash
Fearing any fucking teardrop
Sticking to addiction of the Benz Truck
Begging you for mercy got me pissed off
The curse never gives up
Hit me like a gun shot, numb it with the bloodshot
Now the clock knocks with the puff puff
Tied in handcuffs
I can not escape from a battle with a dead god
Blood all around me, better watch it bloody
Credits
Writer(s): Moussa Diabate
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