Graveyard Shift
Come along
Inside of the darkness
Visit the forgotten
And rotten
In Loch Ness
Sold dope in apartments
And all kind of departments
Glock and glove compartments
German engendering what steering
When I'm on yo block
Letting it pop
Screaming out stop
At the top of yo lungs
Blood don't drip than it clot
Leaving em blood clots
Leaving them no trace
Cover my face with my cutthroat Mask
So there won't be no case
Here to replace your soul
With a bullet hole
No home no more place to stay
I dug your grave
Leaving the ashes that fall from my blunt all Over your name
Guess your not forgetten even when your Rotten
I'm still gon be plotting while on your Remains
You must have thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on your street on your block
You must've thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on yo street back on yo block
Baby how Im gonna love you
When I barely even love myself
Trynna chase my wealth
Regain health
Stay away from hell
But where the hell I get the flames to spark this blunt up and inhale
Seen your eyes and fell
Never felt like I'm bout melt
Dripping dripping
She drip when I put the tip in
I let it slip in apply that grip and
Load up my clip then let all my kids in
Back on my mission
With Precision
Made my decision
Follow my vision
Fuck being on yo television
I get a mill with the real
And I do some division
From where it rains on a summers day home of Kurt Cobain is where I have risen
If you got time come take a visit
She roll a blunt Spark it up and then hits it
The pacific north west put that shit on my flesh
Got me smoking the best gon put you to the test
Gonna put you to rest got it all In my chest
Bet it all I'm invested so highly
You must have thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on your street on your block
Baby how I'm gonna love you when I barely even love myself?
You must've thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on yo street back on yo block
You must have thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on your street on your block
You must've thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on yo street back on yo block
Inside of the darkness
Visit the forgotten
And rotten
In Loch Ness
Sold dope in apartments
And all kind of departments
Glock and glove compartments
German engendering what steering
When I'm on yo block
Letting it pop
Screaming out stop
At the top of yo lungs
Blood don't drip than it clot
Leaving em blood clots
Leaving them no trace
Cover my face with my cutthroat Mask
So there won't be no case
Here to replace your soul
With a bullet hole
No home no more place to stay
I dug your grave
Leaving the ashes that fall from my blunt all Over your name
Guess your not forgetten even when your Rotten
I'm still gon be plotting while on your Remains
You must have thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on your street on your block
You must've thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on yo street back on yo block
Baby how Im gonna love you
When I barely even love myself
Trynna chase my wealth
Regain health
Stay away from hell
But where the hell I get the flames to spark this blunt up and inhale
Seen your eyes and fell
Never felt like I'm bout melt
Dripping dripping
She drip when I put the tip in
I let it slip in apply that grip and
Load up my clip then let all my kids in
Back on my mission
With Precision
Made my decision
Follow my vision
Fuck being on yo television
I get a mill with the real
And I do some division
From where it rains on a summers day home of Kurt Cobain is where I have risen
If you got time come take a visit
She roll a blunt Spark it up and then hits it
The pacific north west put that shit on my flesh
Got me smoking the best gon put you to the test
Gonna put you to rest got it all In my chest
Bet it all I'm invested so highly
You must have thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on your street on your block
Baby how I'm gonna love you when I barely even love myself?
You must've thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on yo street back on yo block
You must have thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on your street on your block
You must've thought
That shit was sweet but it's not
Now I have to bust my glock
Back on yo street back on yo block
Credits
Writer(s): Angel Olivares
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