10 Racks
Only you had a motive for murder, but I am a priest
Count ten racks with my middle finger, fucking on your bitch but I know I don't need her
I'm slaying, I'm playing like I play a wide receiver
You bitches wanna talk, bitch I know I don't need her Listen, count all my racks, never get my thumb to hurt, Taking all these perkies, man I hope they fucking work, Tryna put it to the side, but these withdrawals fucking hurt
Always fucking hurt, I don't know
Always feel so damn cold, reconciling for the demons taking over my soul
I consider the loss of my past and my demons know
My bad habits quickly and I can't let go
So where do I go
On these bad paths, on these unstable roads
Can't take control, so I gotta take more
Perkies and shots till I fall on the floor
Feeling so empty in my soul, I feel it daily
What do I do? How do I tame it
It's like I can't never replace it
It's like I always got hate in me
It's like I can't get rid of it
It's like it always resides in me
When I try to move it, but it always plays me
Count 10 racks with my middle finger, fucking on your bitch but I know I don't need her
I'm slaying, I'm playing like I play a wide receiver
You bitches wanna talk, bitch I know I don't need her
Listen, countin' all my racks, never get my thumb to hurt
Taking all these Perkies, man I hope they fucking work
Trying to put it to the side, but these withdrawals fucking hurt
Always fucking hurt, I don't know
Count ten racks with my middle finger, fucking on your bitch but I know I don't need her
I'm slaying, I'm playing like I play a wide receiver
You bitches wanna talk, bitch I know I don't need her Listen, count all my racks, never get my thumb to hurt, Taking all these perkies, man I hope they fucking work, Tryna put it to the side, but these withdrawals fucking hurt
Always fucking hurt, I don't know
Always feel so damn cold, reconciling for the demons taking over my soul
I consider the loss of my past and my demons know
My bad habits quickly and I can't let go
So where do I go
On these bad paths, on these unstable roads
Can't take control, so I gotta take more
Perkies and shots till I fall on the floor
Feeling so empty in my soul, I feel it daily
What do I do? How do I tame it
It's like I can't never replace it
It's like I always got hate in me
It's like I can't get rid of it
It's like it always resides in me
When I try to move it, but it always plays me
Count 10 racks with my middle finger, fucking on your bitch but I know I don't need her
I'm slaying, I'm playing like I play a wide receiver
You bitches wanna talk, bitch I know I don't need her
Listen, countin' all my racks, never get my thumb to hurt
Taking all these Perkies, man I hope they fucking work
Trying to put it to the side, but these withdrawals fucking hurt
Always fucking hurt, I don't know
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Writer(s): Hunter Brown
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