Revan
Just picked up some 30's I'll be there in 30 my kidneys been hurting
Angel of death and me flirting
I try to go but she tells me don't worry
Escaping this life in a hurry
Pull up to the roxy
Pop a fuckin' oxy
Don't speak for me no proxy
Dark souls no Miyazaki
The way that I'm crossed I'm lookin' like Jesus
Lost in the sauce bitch I'm gone off the deep end
Got me a new girl just for the weekend
Treat her like an episode gone by the season
Runnin' these hoes like a free trial
Only hit it once then I'm never gonna reach out
Tried to call me daddy but I got her friend on speed dial
Told me she's a vegan but I got her on a meat diet
I don't like rap 'cuz they do it wrong
Yeah I look up to a pile of fucking bones
Yeah I got tar in my lungs I got sheets on my tongue
I'll start a fight club but you can't tell no one
That's rule number one
Just made a band bitch I'm on a roll
Always got honor roll
Never got hoes but I flex like a pot of gold
Been sick to death and I'm up to my neck
In these bottles of tech bitch I sold my soul
Whippin' it like I'm ready to die
But it's no Biggie
Just my ambition to ride
On me are all eyes
I'm lookin' for hell and it ain't hard to find
We are the bringers of death
Show our true colors sabers all red
Purple red mix like I'm Revan in this bitch
Force push pull out I ain't tryna have no kids
Angel of death and me flirting
I try to go but she tells me don't worry
Escaping this life in a hurry
Pull up to the roxy
Pop a fuckin' oxy
Don't speak for me no proxy
Dark souls no Miyazaki
The way that I'm crossed I'm lookin' like Jesus
Lost in the sauce bitch I'm gone off the deep end
Got me a new girl just for the weekend
Treat her like an episode gone by the season
Runnin' these hoes like a free trial
Only hit it once then I'm never gonna reach out
Tried to call me daddy but I got her friend on speed dial
Told me she's a vegan but I got her on a meat diet
I don't like rap 'cuz they do it wrong
Yeah I look up to a pile of fucking bones
Yeah I got tar in my lungs I got sheets on my tongue
I'll start a fight club but you can't tell no one
That's rule number one
Just made a band bitch I'm on a roll
Always got honor roll
Never got hoes but I flex like a pot of gold
Been sick to death and I'm up to my neck
In these bottles of tech bitch I sold my soul
Whippin' it like I'm ready to die
But it's no Biggie
Just my ambition to ride
On me are all eyes
I'm lookin' for hell and it ain't hard to find
We are the bringers of death
Show our true colors sabers all red
Purple red mix like I'm Revan in this bitch
Force push pull out I ain't tryna have no kids
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Writer(s): Dylan Farlow
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