Death Kid
Tako
Paradise, paralysed
Powdered ice, malachite
I'll advised, shitty life
I got you, I'll be right
Inner sight, intertwined
Sin and die, hit the sky
Hidden bite, cauterized
I go through, caught her eyes
Now I'm in the back
Doing bad on the bath floor
Now I'm in the past
I ain't passed
What I planned for
Now I'm in the seat
Thought I burnt
Every piece said
Now I'm in the weeks
I was never meant to see
I've been too fucked up to know (oh, yeah)
Just how far the water goes
I been to fucked up to see (to see)
They been running outta ways
To call to me
I've been too fucked up to know (too fucked up)
Just how far the water goes
I been to fucked up to breathe (shit)
Feeling every way I ain't made to be (no)
I'm a death kid, dead right
Dead shit, dead man
Tryna rip the bass
Through the night
Till its deadpan
Death kid, dead right
Dead shit, dead man
Hanging from the face
That you like
Like a dead friend
Death kid, dead right
Dead shit, dead man
Tryna rip the bass
Through the night
Till its deadpan
Death kid, dead right
Dead shit, dead man
Hanging from the face
That you like
Like a dead friend
Paradise, paralysed
Powdered ice, malachite
I'll advised, shitty life
I got you, I'll be right
Inner sight, intertwined
Sin and die, hit the sky
Hidden bite, cauterized
I go through, caught her eyes
Now I'm in the back
Doing bad on the bath floor
Now I'm in the past
I ain't passed
What I planned for
Now I'm in the seat
Thought I burnt
Every piece said
Now I'm in the weeks
I was never meant to see
I've been too fucked up to know (oh, yeah)
Just how far the water goes
I been to fucked up to see (to see)
They been running outta ways
To call to me
I've been too fucked up to know (too fucked up)
Just how far the water goes
I been to fucked up to breathe (shit)
Feeling every way I ain't made to be (no)
I'm a death kid, dead right
Dead shit, dead man
Tryna rip the bass
Through the night
Till its deadpan
Death kid, dead right
Dead shit, dead man
Hanging from the face
That you like
Like a dead friend
Death kid, dead right
Dead shit, dead man
Tryna rip the bass
Through the night
Till its deadpan
Death kid, dead right
Dead shit, dead man
Hanging from the face
That you like
Like a dead friend
Credits
Writer(s): Damian Michael Bryan
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