Blood

You can call on me, no doubt I'm present
It's not what you said, it's why you said it
You bit my hand, I wish I never fed him
He ducked his tape, he almost caught the message

I was eating pain for dinner and for breakfast
Started counting racks, I felt the pain vanish
They was gon' slide, I ain't even need to text them
They was gon' ride and they don't even got license

Trippin' over pride, you gon' die about it
Walking through the streets, this shit got biologic
I ain't see it come, this world got killer crowded
I just wanna ball I'm out here, bullet dodging

Why the winners make it look like I'm a loser
Why the losers may not ever get they win
Why I gotta keep my clip out of my ruger
Why the laws low-key setting up a kid

I can feel death close, just don't know when
We was eight years old, then now we ain't friends
I should've known it was all making sense
They was all really faking in the end

I thought it was blood, I thought it was
I thought it was blood, I thought it was
I thought it was blood, I thought it was
I thought we was blood, I thought we was
I don't want no love when I want love
I don't want no love when I want love
I don't want no love when I want love
I don't want no love when I want love
I don't want no love when I want love
I don't want no love when I want love
I don't want no love when I want love
I don't want no love when I want love
Why the winners make it look like I'm a loser
Why the losers may not ever get they win

Why I gotta keep my clip out of my Ruger
Why the laws low-key setting up a kid
I can feel death close, just don't know when
We was eight years old then, now we ain't friends

I should've known it was all making sense
They was all really faking in the end



Credits
Writer(s): Vladimir Gazemar
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