Lay My Flowers and Let Me Rot
Attention units, we got a 10-50
Multiple drug users loitering in the area, over
Skin tatted up like train lines
A sub lovin' go-getter
Bitch I was neck deep
Tryna dangle from my neck up in the BP
When i'm gone bet she finally
When i'm gone bet she finally come to (huh huh)
Lay flowers down, dance on top of my grave
And for 300 years bitch i'll sit and decay
Bust my hand out the ground, search the world for your face
But I ain't finding shit cause you rot in your grave
So bitch, come get high with me
I'm a motherfuckin' corpse, out my ribs yeah the smoke gon' seep
Stumble through the forest but the trees don't give no double O to me
This one told me come through where the woods and castle meet
But where the fuck'd you go?
I'm paralysed layin' under snow
Ten thousand feet from where I rose
Bitch i've been used, dried up, disposed, my body decomposed
I'll rise in the spring
(i feel, i feel, i feel, i feel)
I feel no pain for a motherfuckin' thing now
Strung out, tied up in my mind
I can't offer you a motherfuckin' thing now
Look me straight up in my eyes and tell me you "don't feel a fuckin' thing now"
Ho' with or without you i'm fuckin' defeated
Stone heart barely beating
And every-time it do it crack
Moss covers my eyes
Still crack a smile
Fuck i'm over this
I loop, relapse
Keep tellin' myself "those pills ain't bad"
And after the mornin' I had, ima need a couple more
Damn Willow what happened?
I opened my eyes, and get this ho' its tragic
I'm still fuckin' here
And I still fuckin' sit in despair
I tried to find hope, but he weren't here
In the belly of the beast, bitch this life ain't fair
And my brothers ain't here, and my one ain't here
Sun don't shine here
Stayed paranoid as fuck off of countless drugs
Faced death like Seven,eight times I think, I think it's time
Multiple drug users loitering in the area, over
Skin tatted up like train lines
A sub lovin' go-getter
Bitch I was neck deep
Tryna dangle from my neck up in the BP
When i'm gone bet she finally
When i'm gone bet she finally come to (huh huh)
Lay flowers down, dance on top of my grave
And for 300 years bitch i'll sit and decay
Bust my hand out the ground, search the world for your face
But I ain't finding shit cause you rot in your grave
So bitch, come get high with me
I'm a motherfuckin' corpse, out my ribs yeah the smoke gon' seep
Stumble through the forest but the trees don't give no double O to me
This one told me come through where the woods and castle meet
But where the fuck'd you go?
I'm paralysed layin' under snow
Ten thousand feet from where I rose
Bitch i've been used, dried up, disposed, my body decomposed
I'll rise in the spring
(i feel, i feel, i feel, i feel)
I feel no pain for a motherfuckin' thing now
Strung out, tied up in my mind
I can't offer you a motherfuckin' thing now
Look me straight up in my eyes and tell me you "don't feel a fuckin' thing now"
Ho' with or without you i'm fuckin' defeated
Stone heart barely beating
And every-time it do it crack
Moss covers my eyes
Still crack a smile
Fuck i'm over this
I loop, relapse
Keep tellin' myself "those pills ain't bad"
And after the mornin' I had, ima need a couple more
Damn Willow what happened?
I opened my eyes, and get this ho' its tragic
I'm still fuckin' here
And I still fuckin' sit in despair
I tried to find hope, but he weren't here
In the belly of the beast, bitch this life ain't fair
And my brothers ain't here, and my one ain't here
Sun don't shine here
Stayed paranoid as fuck off of countless drugs
Faced death like Seven,eight times I think, I think it's time
Credits
Writer(s): Will Boyd
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