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Out the distance, out my face
My pistol swinging straight to your way
If I unload don't think I came
At your front door with three AKs
I'm in the Ford, I'm strapped with chains
Come tip the wheels, so I escape
I'm rolling down, my head to glass
If I'm rolling up don't hit the gas
My belly ache, I haven't ate
Three hundred pills strapped to my face
If I die today, would you come and lay?
My body down in my casket bae
You acting strange, I'm looking odd
I'll kill 'em all, this no facade
Looked at my phone, thought that you called
I turn it off and turn and toss
I look at you, you not the same
You look at me through different frames
I cut 'em out, I hit the lights
I'm living like I'm living twice
So much hurt inside of me
I part the sea, I crush the world
I try to talk to other girls, but it's not the same they not my world
Down the avenue, Ain't nothin' new
My dirty pants and scuffed shoes
I'm looking for euphoria
Don't make it seem like I'm ignorin' ya
This nicotine a new routine, I picked it up, don't wanna leave
I'm a xanny deep in my depression
Put it to rest with a Smith and Wesson
These angels fall, no panties on
I hate 'em all, so fuck 'em all
Put a price on me? I'm sold to God
Getting money been my only job
Hold on
Still think about you
My pistol swinging straight to your way
If I unload don't think I came
At your front door with three AKs
I'm in the Ford, I'm strapped with chains
Come tip the wheels, so I escape
I'm rolling down, my head to glass
If I'm rolling up don't hit the gas
My belly ache, I haven't ate
Three hundred pills strapped to my face
If I die today, would you come and lay?
My body down in my casket bae
You acting strange, I'm looking odd
I'll kill 'em all, this no facade
Looked at my phone, thought that you called
I turn it off and turn and toss
I look at you, you not the same
You look at me through different frames
I cut 'em out, I hit the lights
I'm living like I'm living twice
So much hurt inside of me
I part the sea, I crush the world
I try to talk to other girls, but it's not the same they not my world
Down the avenue, Ain't nothin' new
My dirty pants and scuffed shoes
I'm looking for euphoria
Don't make it seem like I'm ignorin' ya
This nicotine a new routine, I picked it up, don't wanna leave
I'm a xanny deep in my depression
Put it to rest with a Smith and Wesson
These angels fall, no panties on
I hate 'em all, so fuck 'em all
Put a price on me? I'm sold to God
Getting money been my only job
Hold on
Still think about you
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Writer(s): Emerson N Dominguez
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