Shining Thru The Fog
You don't wanna cry now
You dying
Yeah, chain on baby
I'm shining
Limousine tints on
I'm riding
Bitch, I'm fucked up
She lying
2 a.m. smoking
Just hold me close
Fogging up the
God damn window
Pulled out the driveway
Scratch on the hood now
Don't think I'll ever feel the same
Hell no
I used to think I love you
Now I know it's not true
Now I know it's fuck you
New bitch on cue
She got the oh three
Fifty on her body
Now it's different days
I been thinking about this shawty
Man it's gettin real, I'm gone end up in a coffin
I know you hear me but you steady been sipping
Drop like thirty in this drank so you slurring
We've been a mess babe, I think this shit ain't workin
Walking zombie, I feel dead inside
I don't ever really wanna get this high
I've been wasting all my time
Cuz too much been on my mind
And I'm so fucking sad but I don't wanna cry
I just really really want to feel alive
But I hang my head low all the time
And I don't even know why
Roaming around with the living dead
Demons been living in my head
Dug my grave, I lay to rest
I can't, I can't get out of bed
I'm rotting, I'm rotting
Feeling guilty for all the things that I've done
No I'm not having fun
I'm haunted, I'm haunted
I'm haunted, I'm haunted
You don't wanna cry now
You dying
Yeah, chain on baby
I'm shining
Limousine tints on
I'm riding
Bitch, I'm fucked up
She lying
2 a.m. smoking
Just hold me close
Fogging up the
God damn window
Pulled out the driveway
Scratch on the hood now
Don't think I'll ever feel the same
Hell no
You dying
Yeah, chain on baby
I'm shining
Limousine tints on
I'm riding
Bitch, I'm fucked up
She lying
2 a.m. smoking
Just hold me close
Fogging up the
God damn window
Pulled out the driveway
Scratch on the hood now
Don't think I'll ever feel the same
Hell no
I used to think I love you
Now I know it's not true
Now I know it's fuck you
New bitch on cue
She got the oh three
Fifty on her body
Now it's different days
I been thinking about this shawty
Man it's gettin real, I'm gone end up in a coffin
I know you hear me but you steady been sipping
Drop like thirty in this drank so you slurring
We've been a mess babe, I think this shit ain't workin
Walking zombie, I feel dead inside
I don't ever really wanna get this high
I've been wasting all my time
Cuz too much been on my mind
And I'm so fucking sad but I don't wanna cry
I just really really want to feel alive
But I hang my head low all the time
And I don't even know why
Roaming around with the living dead
Demons been living in my head
Dug my grave, I lay to rest
I can't, I can't get out of bed
I'm rotting, I'm rotting
Feeling guilty for all the things that I've done
No I'm not having fun
I'm haunted, I'm haunted
I'm haunted, I'm haunted
You don't wanna cry now
You dying
Yeah, chain on baby
I'm shining
Limousine tints on
I'm riding
Bitch, I'm fucked up
She lying
2 a.m. smoking
Just hold me close
Fogging up the
God damn window
Pulled out the driveway
Scratch on the hood now
Don't think I'll ever feel the same
Hell no
Credits
Writer(s): Slone Potts
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