Opertus
Ha, yea, Sick
I get my head
Up out the ground
Can't keep it waiting in sand
She'll take ya down
Atop the stairs
Right at the door
There's a ripe place for god to give me more
I tasted death
Ha
Right on my tongue
Sick
Always a real ripe place to lie amongst the dung
Ha, yea
Don't you know me by name
Wait here at the gates
He doesn't want to be seen
He hasn't left this place
I'll talked to him
Just let me pass
I crossed his rivers, fed his dogs, and won't turn back
I get my head
Up out the ground
Can't keep it waiting in sand
She'll take ya down
Atop the stairs
Right at the door
There's a ripe place for god to give me more
I tasted death
Ha
Right on my tongue
Sick
Always a real ripe place to lie amongst the dung
Ha, yea
Don't you know me by name
Wait here at the gates
He doesn't want to be seen
He hasn't left this place
I'll talked to him
Just let me pass
I crossed his rivers, fed his dogs, and won't turn back
Credits
Writer(s): Indoor Yves
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