Deadwalk
This is the end
Still high from that
Yeah, aye
Still high from that pill that I took yesterday
Looked up at the mirror I'm like fuck today
Like why you got that fit up on your fucking face
Well bitch my heart was filled up with this fucking hate
I'm grim just like the Grinch but move forever great
& I'm bit up with the worst, come get this fucking taste
Me & my momma bagging clothes, ain't got no fucking place
Used to play them cops & robbers, now I run from jakes
Said that I stop fucking with that Oxy but I pop it (yeah)
She said that she wanna sell them drugs but that is not him
I done overdosed like ten times, but bae do not trip
If I die just for a minute, hold me down & let me finish
Don't know why you get to trippin when I'm sippin, being serious
Pop prescription never listen, dance with the demons at night, they glistening
How you feeling? Bitch I'm dead I done gave my soul out to my spirit
Put that cross right on my back so we locked in, just not to mention
Aye, this that dead walk, dead talk
You gon' play this song, you in a bad mood, bedroom
Probably put that sheisty up your face & make a dead opp
Probably put that switch up on that blick, now that's a fed woop
& We give no fuck about a bitch, lil boy we share whores
Swear it be a hoe be tryna knock me off the damn course
& We give no fuck about a bitch, lil boy we share whores
Swear it be a hoe be tryna knock me off the damn course
Still high from that
Yeah, aye
Still high from that pill that I took yesterday
Looked up at the mirror I'm like fuck today
Like why you got that fit up on your fucking face
Well bitch my heart was filled up with this fucking hate
I'm grim just like the Grinch but move forever great
& I'm bit up with the worst, come get this fucking taste
Me & my momma bagging clothes, ain't got no fucking place
Used to play them cops & robbers, now I run from jakes
Said that I stop fucking with that Oxy but I pop it (yeah)
She said that she wanna sell them drugs but that is not him
I done overdosed like ten times, but bae do not trip
If I die just for a minute, hold me down & let me finish
Don't know why you get to trippin when I'm sippin, being serious
Pop prescription never listen, dance with the demons at night, they glistening
How you feeling? Bitch I'm dead I done gave my soul out to my spirit
Put that cross right on my back so we locked in, just not to mention
Aye, this that dead walk, dead talk
You gon' play this song, you in a bad mood, bedroom
Probably put that sheisty up your face & make a dead opp
Probably put that switch up on that blick, now that's a fed woop
& We give no fuck about a bitch, lil boy we share whores
Swear it be a hoe be tryna knock me off the damn course
& We give no fuck about a bitch, lil boy we share whores
Swear it be a hoe be tryna knock me off the damn course
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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Isaiah Rivera
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