Burning for Silver

I met this six year old child
With this blank, pale, emotionless face,
And the blackest eyes, the devil's eyes

Kickin' in, kickin' in, kickin' in doors
Kickin' in, kickin' in, kickin' in doors for
Kickin' in, kickin' in, kickin' in doors
Kickin' in, kickin' in
Kickin' in, kickin' in, kickin' in doors
Kickin' in, kickin' in, kickin' in doors for
Kickin' in, kickin' in, kickin' in doors
Kickin' in, kickin' in
Kilos not no motherfuckin' petty crumbs
Kilos not no motherfuckin' petty crumbs

Motherfuckers don't know me
Crazy like a dope fiend
Smokin' on a couple cigs, not coughing (aye)
Need a little bit more damage to my lungs until they bloody, flooding
Pack 'em like a sardine (fuck)
I just wanna fuckin' die
Take me to the garden Eden
I'ma be the fuckin' serpent
I'ma be the fuckin' reason
Pick you like an apple, motherfucker, you been eatin'
Now you fuckin' outcast you got tricked good by the demon

Wait, stop
Bitch, I don't know how I got so low
I wanted sell dope, but I don't know nobody (nah, nah)
Got an AR not a 12 gauge shotty
This ain't no party
I ain't got no Audi (nah, nah)
Young Moses broke
No bag, no money (nah, nah)
They wanna go high so I aim low (yea, yea)
Three shot pelvis now ya friend the floor, lil' bitch (petty crumbs)

In the-in the-in the grass there's a snake on his way, aye (on his way, aye)
He just want a little bite off your plate, aye (off your plate, aye)
It's just your soul
Why would you wait, ain't no thing, aye (ain't no thing, aye)
Young Moses make a sacrifice
Say, silver tastes great (silver tastes great)

Kickin' in, kickin' in, kickin' in doors
Kickin' in, kickin' in, kickin' in doors for
Kickin' in, kickin' in, kickin' in doors
Kickin' in, kickin' in
Kilos not no motherfuckin' petty crumbs
Kilos not no motherfuckin' petty crumbs



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Wynn
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