TAROT

Tarot cards against my chest think I need a tec
Pharaoh gold sarcophagus I can't never rest
Tarot cards against my chest think I need a tec
Pharaoh gold sarcophagus I can't never rest

I'm the crispiest
When my wrist is slit
Talking ignorant
With my common sense
Make no promises
Test your dominance
When she feels my pants
I'm an obelisk

The few lead the many
The truth is found empty
They blind to they enemy
But fear the obscenity

They gon profit off the meds
They gon profit off the dead
They gon profit, I'm a prophet
Them the industry and feds

Tarot cards against my chest think I need a tec
Pharaoh gold sarcophagus I can't never rest
Tarot cards against my chest think I need a tec
Pharaoh gold sarcophagus I can't never rest

Jolly Rodger

Black collar

Silver chain

Up on your daughter

Jolly Rodger

Black collar

I made a stain

You cannon fodder



Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link