South East Sorrows
South east sorrows put me on the map
All these fucking sorrows you don't want the facts
Boy that's just a fucking fact
Don't know why they wanna rap
It is funny to me I'm just ending up holding back laughs
I disappear like magic
All my bitches
Near the Atlantic
They are the baddest
Rapping up on a mattress
Back in the ward
That was a classic
She was into cutting deep upon her wrist
And then smashing it
Showing it then laughing
I'm gone you bitches
This ain't fucking happening
Changing all my shit
And deleting all of my raps again
I was just a savage kid
I turned into a passive bitch
Fuck a pacifist
I'm turning to my fucking classic shit
You is a classic bitch
Don't say it lightly
I go and fuck your chick
Then take off right in the night ghee
I'm really with the shits so come and fight me
If you wanna diss then come to the south east to try me
You is a classic bitch
Don't say it lightly
I go and fuck your chick
Then take off right in the night ghee
I'm really with the shits so come and fight me
If you wanna diss then come to the south east to try me
Oooh fuck a feature
Fuck your features
If you want a feature
Then you better go and turn the heat up
South east sorrows the fucking reaper
Got no clique and I don't got no fucking clips either
Do not need no .45
Woke up at like 4 to 5
Yeah you know I'm more alive
This is where your fortune dies
Imma fucking gauge your eyes
Yeah this ain't horror core
More a call to arms
This the sport of life
Do not need no .45
Woke up at like 4 to 5
Yeah you know I'm more alive
This is where your fortune dies
Imma fucking gauge your eyes
Yeah this ain't horror core
More a call to arms
This the sport of life
South east sorrows put me on the map
All these fucking sorrows you don't wanna know the facts
Boy that's just a fucking fact
Don't know why they wanna rap
It is funny to me I'm just holding back laughs
South east sorrows put me on the map
All these fucking sorrows you don't wanna know the facts
Boy that's just a fucking fact
Don't know why they wanna rap
It is funny to me I'm holding back laughs
All these fucking sorrows you don't want the facts
Boy that's just a fucking fact
Don't know why they wanna rap
It is funny to me I'm just ending up holding back laughs
I disappear like magic
All my bitches
Near the Atlantic
They are the baddest
Rapping up on a mattress
Back in the ward
That was a classic
She was into cutting deep upon her wrist
And then smashing it
Showing it then laughing
I'm gone you bitches
This ain't fucking happening
Changing all my shit
And deleting all of my raps again
I was just a savage kid
I turned into a passive bitch
Fuck a pacifist
I'm turning to my fucking classic shit
You is a classic bitch
Don't say it lightly
I go and fuck your chick
Then take off right in the night ghee
I'm really with the shits so come and fight me
If you wanna diss then come to the south east to try me
You is a classic bitch
Don't say it lightly
I go and fuck your chick
Then take off right in the night ghee
I'm really with the shits so come and fight me
If you wanna diss then come to the south east to try me
Oooh fuck a feature
Fuck your features
If you want a feature
Then you better go and turn the heat up
South east sorrows the fucking reaper
Got no clique and I don't got no fucking clips either
Do not need no .45
Woke up at like 4 to 5
Yeah you know I'm more alive
This is where your fortune dies
Imma fucking gauge your eyes
Yeah this ain't horror core
More a call to arms
This the sport of life
Do not need no .45
Woke up at like 4 to 5
Yeah you know I'm more alive
This is where your fortune dies
Imma fucking gauge your eyes
Yeah this ain't horror core
More a call to arms
This the sport of life
South east sorrows put me on the map
All these fucking sorrows you don't wanna know the facts
Boy that's just a fucking fact
Don't know why they wanna rap
It is funny to me I'm just holding back laughs
South east sorrows put me on the map
All these fucking sorrows you don't wanna know the facts
Boy that's just a fucking fact
Don't know why they wanna rap
It is funny to me I'm holding back laughs
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Watkinson-garlick
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