Debauchery
Yee, Seraph
Know who it is
Skyahh
Yee
Yiiyiiyiiiyiii
PR1
Uhh
Know who it is
That's the price
Yoo
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
I can't be in charge of my brain
If drugs seem to be upholdin me
I can't liable for the shit I do or say
But somehow the next day
I get this feeling up inside
I got problems in some way Yoo
Murder on my mind
Fuck a dancefloor
I'll take it back to purgery
With 5 guys in a hoopty
2 Shotties
And a pair of Gucci's
Let the beat play
But the war inside my Membrain
Stops me from being a sensai
Got me ghostin in tsushima
Call me a blasphemer
Call me leader
I live among dealers in a field
With no moral compass
When shit gets deeper
A bunch vagabonds
Too many lies in the closet
Like the politicians feed us
So much Stress up on my mind
My hairline pushed back to Venus
Its like they
Seem to believe us
But my chicks been a cheater
So allow the love life
Its back to the crib
Cuz she a creeper
Allow it
Yee
You know we bun it
And we bout it
Running through the ends
And you know
We fuckin out here
Hahaa
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Yee Uhh Yee
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Yah Yee Uhh
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Uhh Yee
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy yeah yeah
I wake up look over my Shoulder
The coroner ain't right ya see
The things in my mind
Potraying dark sides of the Psych In me
The wheels on my cycle must Be broke
Cuz I done pedalled and tripped A couple times
Over the line
And stumbled up into Wonderland
Where the mad hatters Commited suicide
Its you and I
Capulets and cyanide
Bodies attractin fireflies
In the night sky
Its do or die
So fuck it
Laws ya meant to abide by
But being the nice guy
Never seems to get you anywhere
So be a cunt right
This is my alter egos lullaby
When I get high
Look up
Wonder what life be like
If I as in sci-fi
Strike a man down like jedi
Slow Mo shoot like deadeye
Salute to the man like magpie
Greens in the bank like popeye
Punch in the face get buckeye
Buds in the bag they bone dry
Course I been street fighter from young
When I grew playin games From Bandai
Wanna be a hero but anti
Venom in the blood I spit my
Snakes all around they move sly
You don't wanna see when I let fly
Silly with it just like Slowthai Walk around my city
They now I
Seraph on a mic I'm a bad guy But man just wanna live a good Life
My girl don't wanna say Goodbye
Build up my peeps and provide
House in the hills
No bills just thrills
And I'm just here
For the good times
Rahh
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Yee Uhh Yee
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Yah Yee Uhh
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Uhh Yee
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy yeah yeah
Smoking buddah
I'm getting lost in bermuda
Burnin up
Another lost soul
Be that mana ya dreams like Freddy kruger
Licking shots like a ruger
People callin me ruder
Just another bruiser
Skepta cool
Man like joseph adunuga
I gotta eat
Wheres my scran best be Hoping that this food be Coming sooner
Sick at rhyming
No need to draw for the knifin
I pitch fork and slew it
Just like the devil inside me
Is risin
My penmanship be flowing
Steeper than the precipice
Know that I was meant for this
A fucked up kid with issues
With a serial love for
Hellish shit
Rolling with my hellish clique
She's onto me she's into this
Roll up raves and kill dat ish
Mastermind
But ain't no blueface
When I say I want a shorty Thats a bad bitch
She my aquafina mamacita
Senorita
Back from arizona with them
Latin features
Call her apple bum bonita
Said that's apple bum Bonita
Said that's apple bum Bonita
Pretty little ting from Arizona
I said hi it's nice to meet ya
I said hi it's nice to meet ya
Hi it's nice to meet ya
Hi it's nice to meet ya
It's just you
Know who it is
Skyahh
Yee
Yiiyiiyiiiyiii
PR1
Uhh
Know who it is
That's the price
Yoo
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
I can't be in charge of my brain
If drugs seem to be upholdin me
I can't liable for the shit I do or say
But somehow the next day
I get this feeling up inside
I got problems in some way Yoo
Murder on my mind
Fuck a dancefloor
I'll take it back to purgery
With 5 guys in a hoopty
2 Shotties
And a pair of Gucci's
Let the beat play
But the war inside my Membrain
Stops me from being a sensai
Got me ghostin in tsushima
Call me a blasphemer
Call me leader
I live among dealers in a field
With no moral compass
When shit gets deeper
A bunch vagabonds
Too many lies in the closet
Like the politicians feed us
So much Stress up on my mind
My hairline pushed back to Venus
Its like they
Seem to believe us
But my chicks been a cheater
So allow the love life
Its back to the crib
Cuz she a creeper
Allow it
Yee
You know we bun it
And we bout it
Running through the ends
And you know
We fuckin out here
Hahaa
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Yee Uhh Yee
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Yah Yee Uhh
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Uhh Yee
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy yeah yeah
I wake up look over my Shoulder
The coroner ain't right ya see
The things in my mind
Potraying dark sides of the Psych In me
The wheels on my cycle must Be broke
Cuz I done pedalled and tripped A couple times
Over the line
And stumbled up into Wonderland
Where the mad hatters Commited suicide
Its you and I
Capulets and cyanide
Bodies attractin fireflies
In the night sky
Its do or die
So fuck it
Laws ya meant to abide by
But being the nice guy
Never seems to get you anywhere
So be a cunt right
This is my alter egos lullaby
When I get high
Look up
Wonder what life be like
If I as in sci-fi
Strike a man down like jedi
Slow Mo shoot like deadeye
Salute to the man like magpie
Greens in the bank like popeye
Punch in the face get buckeye
Buds in the bag they bone dry
Course I been street fighter from young
When I grew playin games From Bandai
Wanna be a hero but anti
Venom in the blood I spit my
Snakes all around they move sly
You don't wanna see when I let fly
Silly with it just like Slowthai Walk around my city
They now I
Seraph on a mic I'm a bad guy But man just wanna live a good Life
My girl don't wanna say Goodbye
Build up my peeps and provide
House in the hills
No bills just thrills
And I'm just here
For the good times
Rahh
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Yee Uhh Yee
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Yah Yee Uhh
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy Uhh Yee
The price of debauchery
Is what seems to be torturin me
Eyy yeah yeah
Smoking buddah
I'm getting lost in bermuda
Burnin up
Another lost soul
Be that mana ya dreams like Freddy kruger
Licking shots like a ruger
People callin me ruder
Just another bruiser
Skepta cool
Man like joseph adunuga
I gotta eat
Wheres my scran best be Hoping that this food be Coming sooner
Sick at rhyming
No need to draw for the knifin
I pitch fork and slew it
Just like the devil inside me
Is risin
My penmanship be flowing
Steeper than the precipice
Know that I was meant for this
A fucked up kid with issues
With a serial love for
Hellish shit
Rolling with my hellish clique
She's onto me she's into this
Roll up raves and kill dat ish
Mastermind
But ain't no blueface
When I say I want a shorty Thats a bad bitch
She my aquafina mamacita
Senorita
Back from arizona with them
Latin features
Call her apple bum bonita
Said that's apple bum Bonita
Said that's apple bum Bonita
Pretty little ting from Arizona
I said hi it's nice to meet ya
I said hi it's nice to meet ya
Hi it's nice to meet ya
Hi it's nice to meet ya
It's just you
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Ellison
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