cyanide (feat. cryogeyser)
Tastes
She tastes
She tastes like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like a grave
She lied in mine
A grave, she lied in mine (ooh)
She tastes (she tastes), like cyanide (like cyanide)
I think she's dead inside (dead inside)
My face (my face), looks like (looks like), a grave
She lied in mine (ooh)
A grave, she lied in mine (ooh)
Off
A little bit coke i'm geeked
So u know i can't rest in peace
And i nailed this shit like jesus
How you still don't with fuck me
I got clout before i ever got you
And that shit fuck up my ego
Better get with a nigga that's regal
Cuz you can't find somebody that's equal
She taste
Like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like
A grave she lied in mine
She taste
Like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like
A grave she lied in mine
Flirtin' with the check before I fuck
She just caught me screaming "what the fuck?"
Now I feel this turning in my gut
Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser
In my veins it's a iceberg
I could feel my blood turn cold
Mourning every truth I thought you told
With the stale face
Tombstone
Flirtin' with the check before I fuck
She just caught me screaming "what the fuck?"
Now I feel this turning in my gut
Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser
In my veins it's a iceberg
I could feel my blood turn cold
Mourning every truth I thought you told
With the stale face
Tombstone
She tastes
She tastes like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like a grave
She lied in mine
A grave, she lied in mine (ooh)
She tastes (she tastes), like cyanide (like cyanide)
I think she's dead inside (dead inside)
My face (my face), looks like (looks like), a grave
She lied in mine (ooh)
A grave, she lied in mine (ooh)
Off
A little bit coke i'm geeked
So u know i can't rest in peace
And i nailed this shit like jesus
How you still don't with fuck me
I got clout before i ever got you
And that shit fuck up my ego
Better get with a nigga that's regal
Cuz you can't find somebody that's equal
She taste
Like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like
A grave she lied in mine
She taste
Like cyanide
I think she's dead inside
My face looks like
A grave she lied in mine
Flirtin' with the check before I fuck
She just caught me screaming "what the fuck?"
Now I feel this turning in my gut
Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser
In my veins it's a iceberg
I could feel my blood turn cold
Mourning every truth I thought you told
With the stale face
Tombstone
Flirtin' with the check before I fuck
She just caught me screaming "what the fuck?"
Now I feel this turning in my gut
Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser
In my veins it's a iceberg
I could feel my blood turn cold
Mourning every truth I thought you told
With the stale face
Tombstone
Credits
Writer(s): Olawale Oluwatosin Onayemi, Adrian Malik Waller, David Cerminara
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