Blackout Curtains
I Drop motherfuckers on the floor
Got a Glock in your hand what's you running for
At war with who I was before
She on my dick but I can't care anymore yeah
About a bitch about your shit
Hands on my money cuz I think this is it
Waiting on my downfall better call It quit
You seem lost boy are you searching for the clit?
Still pissed off
I'll cross motherfuckers like they did to jesus with the cross
You still won't be enough going harder than most cuz
I was raised inside the rough
I'm Still pissed off
I'll cross motherfuckers like they did to me when I lift off
I still won't be enough
Going harder than most cuz my daddy never gave a fuck
Seem I used to have a heart once
Steady can't define one
My bitch left don't want to find a new one
Been doing this shit a minute now
I won't teach em how
I've grew older and turned into a fucking bitter person now
With style fucking up my life
A hole in your head or me going to jail be a fine line
Waste time not making a dime
Now they pay money to see me cuz I gotta get mine
Don't say you'll stay I don't need anyone anyway fuck otta of my way
Don't pretend to know me so corny I'd really rather stay lonely
Cause motherfuckers at the bottom
Be climbing on you like you the stares to heaven
Fuck you and click think that's you slick
Yall can suck my fucking dick
Bitch I'm an asshole
Kicking in your back door
Sick in the head at your neck with a hack saw
Take you to my castle
It's really not a hassle
Tie you to the bumper and drag your body through the gravel
No fucks given bitch it's death to my enemies
Fuck with the ops cut off bitch your dead to me
Take em to the gallows think it's time to drop the guillotine
Pussies faking violence I guess I had to intervene
Pussies talkin tough you better hope I never catch you slipping
Posting and flexing that fake life that you're used to living
Living in the shadows of the artists that you've clearly bitten
And Lying bout the money that you fuckin clearly ain't getting
Removing the brakes ain't stopping anytime soon
Blade on my waist better hope I don't find you
Make it rain blood drown em out it's a monsoon
Fuckin with a real one I had to remind you
Got a Glock in your hand what's you running for
At war with who I was before
She on my dick but I can't care anymore yeah
About a bitch about your shit
Hands on my money cuz I think this is it
Waiting on my downfall better call It quit
You seem lost boy are you searching for the clit?
Still pissed off
I'll cross motherfuckers like they did to jesus with the cross
You still won't be enough going harder than most cuz
I was raised inside the rough
I'm Still pissed off
I'll cross motherfuckers like they did to me when I lift off
I still won't be enough
Going harder than most cuz my daddy never gave a fuck
Seem I used to have a heart once
Steady can't define one
My bitch left don't want to find a new one
Been doing this shit a minute now
I won't teach em how
I've grew older and turned into a fucking bitter person now
With style fucking up my life
A hole in your head or me going to jail be a fine line
Waste time not making a dime
Now they pay money to see me cuz I gotta get mine
Don't say you'll stay I don't need anyone anyway fuck otta of my way
Don't pretend to know me so corny I'd really rather stay lonely
Cause motherfuckers at the bottom
Be climbing on you like you the stares to heaven
Fuck you and click think that's you slick
Yall can suck my fucking dick
Bitch I'm an asshole
Kicking in your back door
Sick in the head at your neck with a hack saw
Take you to my castle
It's really not a hassle
Tie you to the bumper and drag your body through the gravel
No fucks given bitch it's death to my enemies
Fuck with the ops cut off bitch your dead to me
Take em to the gallows think it's time to drop the guillotine
Pussies faking violence I guess I had to intervene
Pussies talkin tough you better hope I never catch you slipping
Posting and flexing that fake life that you're used to living
Living in the shadows of the artists that you've clearly bitten
And Lying bout the money that you fuckin clearly ain't getting
Removing the brakes ain't stopping anytime soon
Blade on my waist better hope I don't find you
Make it rain blood drown em out it's a monsoon
Fuckin with a real one I had to remind you
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Writer(s): Nicolas Tremblay
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