She/It
I get badder, he gets madder
Told them once he can't hold his bladder
Big crybaby, tough life maybe
Walk these streets with eyes that scream "save me"
Gone with the wind
Gone, Gone with the wind
Dead Like I'm
Dead Like I'm
Dead Like I'm Drowning
Gone with the wind
Gone, Gone with the wind
Gon' walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Lighting up another cig
On the eve of the crash; mysterious grin
Patriotic, catatonic
Humbled by the mostly psychotic
Unclean visions, blood keeps spilling
And I keep giving in
I keep giving in
I get badder, he gets madder
Told them once he can't hold his bladder
Big crybaby, tough life maybe
Walk these streets with eyes that scream "save me"
Gone with the wind
Gone, Gone with the wind
Dead Like I'm
Dead Like I'm
Dead Like I'm Drowning
Gone with the wind
Gone, Gone with the wind
Gon' walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Gon' walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Gon' walk these streets
As I blast these beats
As I blast
As I
As I blast these beats
Talking with a stammler
Shuffling thy grammar
Chill, chill the fuck out
Chill, chill the fuck out, bro
Talking like a villain
Say I'm straight chillin
But I keep giving in
I keep giving in
Told them once he can't hold his bladder
Big crybaby, tough life maybe
Walk these streets with eyes that scream "save me"
Gone with the wind
Gone, Gone with the wind
Dead Like I'm
Dead Like I'm
Dead Like I'm Drowning
Gone with the wind
Gone, Gone with the wind
Gon' walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Lighting up another cig
On the eve of the crash; mysterious grin
Patriotic, catatonic
Humbled by the mostly psychotic
Unclean visions, blood keeps spilling
And I keep giving in
I keep giving in
I get badder, he gets madder
Told them once he can't hold his bladder
Big crybaby, tough life maybe
Walk these streets with eyes that scream "save me"
Gone with the wind
Gone, Gone with the wind
Dead Like I'm
Dead Like I'm
Dead Like I'm Drowning
Gone with the wind
Gone, Gone with the wind
Gon' walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Gon' walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Gon' walk these streets
As I blast these beats
As I blast
As I
As I blast these beats
Talking with a stammler
Shuffling thy grammar
Chill, chill the fuck out
Chill, chill the fuck out, bro
Talking like a villain
Say I'm straight chillin
But I keep giving in
I keep giving in
Credits
Writer(s): Belle Miseria
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