Sanity - Collision

Collision

VVS on my neck seven digits
Booming in and out the trap got the bread like a pigeon
Coming straight for your head
Best believe high precision
Turning up to the top
Thirty Four on a mission
Decomposing in the shallow
Two feet underground
Putrescine fill the air
But nobody is around
Cold wind black skies
Bitches walking with a frown
Rain pouring on my thick white skin like a gown

I don't give a fuck about your feelings
I don't give a fuck about the millions
I don't really give a fuck at all
Catastrophic collisions
I'm moving shit in divisions
I'm making tricky decisions
I'm leaving thermal incisions
Flow leave them in the cold cause It stole all the heat
I'm Baking up every chance cause a boy got to eat
I'm loving all of the fans clear the air out for free
Bitch I'm moving along got to focus on me

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Writer(s): Lukas Sisemore
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