Leona Loner (Interlude)
World so cold I'm a hold that fifth
Lost my sense and I lost my grip
Wrong size boot on all black fit
Just leave me space like I need that shit
Leaving fate to make my decision
Crack my head be thankful for living
Crack my head again and I'm wishing
That my brain leak and my sin forgiven
Write a couple songs on love
Bought a double RL glove
Order up a custom whip
Crying if I make sense of
All the shit that I'm buying I'm like an avatar
Not the one that gonna save you the one who live in a
Simulation I'm fake and I want to rip it up
Get a case and I open it and I sip it up
Stay awake in the black lodge
Backtracking through the back talk, if I catch god
God catch if I talk back but not
Catching me when I fall off my loss
In the bed where the head rest won't toss
Fixed on from the hard work not cost
Got a little light on it just to add floss
Cleaning out all my dirty thoughts that bought
Real estate in the hole that will lay in my left
Anytime I be grabbing a thing and I get
Upset, knowing I want to hold it, control it
But when it slip out the back of the palm
The empty hand will be loaded
Probably with a bottle, probably with a model
Probably with a idea of how I'm a be god or
Probably a new idea that I never have bothered
With before and now I shouldn't but I feel got to
Lost my sense and I lost my grip
Wrong size boot on all black fit
Just leave me space like I need that shit
Leaving fate to make my decision
Crack my head be thankful for living
Crack my head again and I'm wishing
That my brain leak and my sin forgiven
Write a couple songs on love
Bought a double RL glove
Order up a custom whip
Crying if I make sense of
All the shit that I'm buying I'm like an avatar
Not the one that gonna save you the one who live in a
Simulation I'm fake and I want to rip it up
Get a case and I open it and I sip it up
Stay awake in the black lodge
Backtracking through the back talk, if I catch god
God catch if I talk back but not
Catching me when I fall off my loss
In the bed where the head rest won't toss
Fixed on from the hard work not cost
Got a little light on it just to add floss
Cleaning out all my dirty thoughts that bought
Real estate in the hole that will lay in my left
Anytime I be grabbing a thing and I get
Upset, knowing I want to hold it, control it
But when it slip out the back of the palm
The empty hand will be loaded
Probably with a bottle, probably with a model
Probably with a idea of how I'm a be god or
Probably a new idea that I never have bothered
With before and now I shouldn't but I feel got to
Credits
Writer(s): Donovan Paige
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