Persephone
Carter tryna get his bands up
Tryna get some motherfuckers to our shows to put their hands up
Tryna get a groupie bitch look like a witch that I can take command of
Tryna make a little sense of all this damn stuff
Deeper into hell I go
Screams of torture from below
By my sides a demon hoe
Bound to me I damned her soul
Fuckin' the devils daughter
Made our way up to his altar
Oh so ready for the slaughter
Let him show me what he taught her
Unphased by the madness
We conjuring some black magic
Raise the dead up from the Blackness
Fuck that bitch up on a mattress of dead souls
I'm taking the devils daughter home
O Messi tryna get his bands up
Tryna get some motherfuckers to our shows to put their hands up
Tryna get a groupie bitch look a witch that I can take command of
Tryna get a little recompense before I clam up
Ain't found my way to the bread yet
Makin' these raps is my best bet
Ain't suicide but we next best
Played her my shit now she wet wet
Back in the berry had nothing to lose
Ain't poppin' cherries was just a recluse
Chillin' primarily bumpin' the tunes
Chest feelin' airy just payin' my dues
Aight, that's enough of that
Let me double down 'fore I double back
You know the funny thing's that Ain't nothin' changed
Got a double frown when I'm double smacked
Aight, that's enough of that
I just doubled down now I'll double back
You know the funny thing's that a little change
Got me buggin' out smokin' subtle packs
Tryna get some motherfuckers to our shows to put their hands up
Tryna get a groupie bitch look like a witch that I can take command of
Tryna make a little sense of all this damn stuff
Deeper into hell I go
Screams of torture from below
By my sides a demon hoe
Bound to me I damned her soul
Fuckin' the devils daughter
Made our way up to his altar
Oh so ready for the slaughter
Let him show me what he taught her
Unphased by the madness
We conjuring some black magic
Raise the dead up from the Blackness
Fuck that bitch up on a mattress of dead souls
I'm taking the devils daughter home
O Messi tryna get his bands up
Tryna get some motherfuckers to our shows to put their hands up
Tryna get a groupie bitch look a witch that I can take command of
Tryna get a little recompense before I clam up
Ain't found my way to the bread yet
Makin' these raps is my best bet
Ain't suicide but we next best
Played her my shit now she wet wet
Back in the berry had nothing to lose
Ain't poppin' cherries was just a recluse
Chillin' primarily bumpin' the tunes
Chest feelin' airy just payin' my dues
Aight, that's enough of that
Let me double down 'fore I double back
You know the funny thing's that Ain't nothin' changed
Got a double frown when I'm double smacked
Aight, that's enough of that
I just doubled down now I'll double back
You know the funny thing's that a little change
Got me buggin' out smokin' subtle packs
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Writer(s): Dylan Farlow
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