Marilyn Manson

Yeah, yeah
How am I so cold, a question god couldn't answer
My demons working for me in the dark Marilyn Manson
Said I couldn't do it what you mean (What you mean)
Thought she was yours, then why she in the whip with me (With me)
Nigga I get what I want don't need to dream
Need to stop hitting my phone you is a feen
Working in the dark Marilyn Manson
Working in the dark Marilyn, yeah

Beef with me is bouta be a big disaster
Turn your crib into scene, I ain't a actor
Got that hell strain inside the wood you know I packed her
I'm too gone got all this lean inside my bladder (In my bladder)
I'm already on top this shit don't matter
Side hoe outta your league so is the main
'Cause all these local rappers really lame
If you see the car that you drive on the road we not the same
Bullets hit your frame
Feel like bane (Feel like bane)
No we not the same
Fsk you know I claim (You know I claim)
Rolly on the wrist I feel like Dame
About to go insane in this bitch
Go insane in this shit

How am I so cold, a question god couldn't answer
My demons working for me in the dark Marilyn Manson
Said I couldn't do it what you mean
Thought she was yours, then why she in the whip with me
Nigga I get what I want don't need to dream
Need to stop hitting my phone you is a feen
Working in the dark Marilyn Manson
Working in the dark Marilyn, Marilyn Manson



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