Egø Death (feat. Spiffynathan & Kryptkeeprr)
I sin 25/8
Look in my eyes when I speak
I want you to see samhain when they dilate (dilate)
She hitting my phone, I put it on vibrate
Ski mask on if you looking my way
Never see my face, I've been creeping all day
Poppin' on a xan, walking like a zombie
She only hit my phone when she wants some money
Cuz I sin 25/8
I'll never love a bitch, got my face in the double cup
Roll up another blunt (another blunt)
She ain't used to runts, so I think she might shut up (bitch shut up)
Pussy boy run up
Got Simp in the back, yeah he a real stunna'
Jit in the back, yeah he a real gunna'
Got krypt with the spells, if you tryna get done up
How can I be myself
When I don't know who that is?
My life run parallel to a thing called happiness
Find my brain cells at the bottom of a cliff
I know all too well, I'm addicted to my sins
Feeling prophetic, yet unsympathetic
My love, I won't let it escape
My skills I have waited for a deeper vengeance
The dark silhouetted is me
My brain is infected, my soul is straight retched
The drugs don't get rid of this pain
My brain is infected, my soul is straight retched
The drugs don't get rid of this-
How can I be myself
When I don't know who that is?
My life run parallel to a thing called happiness
Find my brain cells at the bottom of a cliff
I know all too well, I'm addicted to my sins
Opposition wack, boys in blue looking big goofy
Anime shawty, all I wanna do is eat sushi (ay)
Bitch I ain't scene (rawr xD)
But I make my life like a movie
You a groupie
My heart is sunken
My art is fucking busted
But I'm lifted
Got my thotties in submission (yeah)
With precision I be nip-tucking
Where I stuck in, keeps her blushing
Loving how I does it
Bitch I'm buzzing, bitch, I'm buzzing (yeah)
Never ever trusting, we so thrusted (yeah, yeah)
Gløømgang prophets, gain this knowledge
Custom fits, you cannot cop it (no)
Always feeling so damn lost & stuck
I'm drunk in public puking (blegh)
Thinking why did cupid do this? (why)
It's so stupid, what's the point
I'd rather lose it, all these feelings I didn't chose bitch
Noose not loosened, dream so lucid
New accusing, so amusing
Bitch what the fuck is you doing?
I stay booing, booted
Blowin' backwoods, lootin'
Rootin' tootin', cowboy shootin' past ya
Y'all just shit like in the pasture
And no, I am not finna gas you
Going nuts like I'ma cashew (woo!)
Look in my eyes when I speak
I want you to see samhain when they dilate (dilate)
She hitting my phone, I put it on vibrate
Ski mask on if you looking my way
Never see my face, I've been creeping all day
Poppin' on a xan, walking like a zombie
She only hit my phone when she wants some money
Cuz I sin 25/8
I'll never love a bitch, got my face in the double cup
Roll up another blunt (another blunt)
She ain't used to runts, so I think she might shut up (bitch shut up)
Pussy boy run up
Got Simp in the back, yeah he a real stunna'
Jit in the back, yeah he a real gunna'
Got krypt with the spells, if you tryna get done up
How can I be myself
When I don't know who that is?
My life run parallel to a thing called happiness
Find my brain cells at the bottom of a cliff
I know all too well, I'm addicted to my sins
Feeling prophetic, yet unsympathetic
My love, I won't let it escape
My skills I have waited for a deeper vengeance
The dark silhouetted is me
My brain is infected, my soul is straight retched
The drugs don't get rid of this pain
My brain is infected, my soul is straight retched
The drugs don't get rid of this-
How can I be myself
When I don't know who that is?
My life run parallel to a thing called happiness
Find my brain cells at the bottom of a cliff
I know all too well, I'm addicted to my sins
Opposition wack, boys in blue looking big goofy
Anime shawty, all I wanna do is eat sushi (ay)
Bitch I ain't scene (rawr xD)
But I make my life like a movie
You a groupie
My heart is sunken
My art is fucking busted
But I'm lifted
Got my thotties in submission (yeah)
With precision I be nip-tucking
Where I stuck in, keeps her blushing
Loving how I does it
Bitch I'm buzzing, bitch, I'm buzzing (yeah)
Never ever trusting, we so thrusted (yeah, yeah)
Gløømgang prophets, gain this knowledge
Custom fits, you cannot cop it (no)
Always feeling so damn lost & stuck
I'm drunk in public puking (blegh)
Thinking why did cupid do this? (why)
It's so stupid, what's the point
I'd rather lose it, all these feelings I didn't chose bitch
Noose not loosened, dream so lucid
New accusing, so amusing
Bitch what the fuck is you doing?
I stay booing, booted
Blowin' backwoods, lootin'
Rootin' tootin', cowboy shootin' past ya
Y'all just shit like in the pasture
And no, I am not finna gas you
Going nuts like I'ma cashew (woo!)
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Writer(s): Jeffery Thomas, Nathan Huntington, Shayne Cexton
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