SLIPKNOT (feat. Rich Flaco & FEELONTHIS)
Thank you, Richy
Out my way
Blind, youth, pretty bitch, lying to my face
Breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Day by day, breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Imma get it any day
Ain't no nothin' nice I got some demons in my place
Fungus growin' out my brain
Walkin' dead, zombies takin' over all my space
London dungeon, I don't wanna be your British hell
I don't wanna be your London dungeon, I don't wanna be your British hell
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah (okay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah (okay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Say you got more than me, huh? You can't smoke like me, huh
Diamonds all on my teeth, huh? Yeah, I'm gettin' cash
I took her breath away
Yeah, I'm in my bag, I do this every day
Yeah, they talkin' that shit, but I swear to God
They only talk cause that shit is online
They say that they puttin' in work, but they pussy
You know they ain't comin' outside
When I say that I'm ready to die, I ain't cappin' lil' bitch
Yeah, I'm ready to slide (yeah)
Told that bitch that I'm too high
I'm not faded, bitch, I'm high
Man, this blunt got me so high
Man, I'm high all the time
Okay
Out my way
Blind, youth, pretty bitch, lying to my face
Breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Day by day, breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Blind, youth, pretty bitch, lying to my face
Breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Day by day, breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Out my way
Blind, youth, pretty bitch, lying to my face
Breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Day by day, breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Imma get it any day
Ain't no nothin' nice I got some demons in my place
Fungus growin' out my brain
Walkin' dead, zombies takin' over all my space
London dungeon, I don't wanna be your British hell
I don't wanna be your London dungeon, I don't wanna be your British hell
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah (okay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah (okay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Say you got more than me, huh? You can't smoke like me, huh
Diamonds all on my teeth, huh? Yeah, I'm gettin' cash
I took her breath away
Yeah, I'm in my bag, I do this every day
Yeah, they talkin' that shit, but I swear to God
They only talk cause that shit is online
They say that they puttin' in work, but they pussy
You know they ain't comin' outside
When I say that I'm ready to die, I ain't cappin' lil' bitch
Yeah, I'm ready to slide (yeah)
Told that bitch that I'm too high
I'm not faded, bitch, I'm high
Man, this blunt got me so high
Man, I'm high all the time
Okay
Out my way
Blind, youth, pretty bitch, lying to my face
Breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Day by day, breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Blind, youth, pretty bitch, lying to my face
Breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Day by day, breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Credits
Writer(s): Luis Vázquez
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