SatinRed.
Locked away with demons in my head, bitch
Pistol grippin', smokin' in the shed
With my homies, they feel dead
Virus still be on that spread
Yes I heard what you said, hoe
Get out my bed, satin red be my thread
Liquor in the kitchen, put my liver in the lime-light
Used to be that Christian, I might go back when the time's right
But fuck what you've heard 'bout my motherfucking life
Got no wife, got no time
Way too busy getting high
(Mane)
Pistol grippin', smokin' in the shed
With my homies, they feel dead
Virus still be on that spread
Yes I heard what you said, hoe
Get out my bed, satin red be my thread
Liquor in the kitchen, put my liver in the lime-light
Used to be that Christian, I might go back when the time's right
But fuck what you've heard 'bout my motherfucking life
Got no wife, got no time
Way too busy getting high
(Mane)
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Writer(s): Jared Trickett
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