In hell
Is is a true song
Do you understand
This is what I'm on
Do you understand
The tapes are wrong, the skeleton hanging for bones
Left alone, like a forgotten band
Still playing there song, all alone
They ponder on the bar bong, tight and
Pretty in a man's eyes, she's still fucking wrong
And all along, she left alone
Like a memory phone that turns right back on
Playing the songs, the pill the gun bumping up
And now she's cutting fucking drunks
A thoughts of rape, eating her up
Pierce and die and all cut up
And now she knows a kid that smokes a zip like everyday
To keep away all the doses and doses that he forced to pay
Is a true song this is what I'm on what he sayyy
Do you understand
The tapes are wrong, the skeleton hanging for bones
I'm left alone, like a forgotten band
Still playing there song, all alone
The ponder on the bra bong, tight and
Pretty in a man's eyes, she's still fucking wrong
And along
This the true song
This what I'm on
A bump bump bum
A bump bump bum
Living in hell
Bump bump bum
A bump bump bum
Livein in hell
Bump bump bum
Bump bump bum
She ridin there sliding
There combined living in hell
She riding there sliding
Combined living in hell
She riding there sliding
Combined living in hell
She riding there sliding
Combined living in hell
Living in hell
One foot in front of the other shoe
I guess I feel like the loudest vote in the fucking room
I guess I'm doom boom
Blasting monkeys girls on the insided pretty but outside really ugly
I guess you chose this life over fucking junk
This is a life of hell
Slang or sell drugs or get fucked
I guess I'm ducking the jail cell
My homie got hit with a Rico
I guess he lucky ducked where? your bail where? it anit there
Lot of homies still locked up for shit ain't fair
Where? And it still ain't here
You walk up them stairs you might find a fair
A group home kids that run to their peers
When their parents are near
They're scared to bait and cast and sail
Oh for real
You overtake and call it a meal
Is that shit really fair
Would I call it a drill
No, I'll call that fake
It's a lot of motherfuckers in this world
Trying to make the plate
Fuck you, fuck your feelings
Fuck your freedom
This is a life of hell
Smoke to get numb
This is a life of hell in a song
Hold on, put em on
The devil knows the bass
A bump bump bum
It's a true song
This is what I'm on
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
Do you understand
This is what I'm on
Do you understand
The tapes are wrong, the skeleton hanging for bones
Left alone, like a forgotten band
Still playing there song, all alone
They ponder on the bar bong, tight and
Pretty in a man's eyes, she's still fucking wrong
And all along, she left alone
Like a memory phone that turns right back on
Playing the songs, the pill the gun bumping up
And now she's cutting fucking drunks
A thoughts of rape, eating her up
Pierce and die and all cut up
And now she knows a kid that smokes a zip like everyday
To keep away all the doses and doses that he forced to pay
Is a true song this is what I'm on what he sayyy
Do you understand
The tapes are wrong, the skeleton hanging for bones
I'm left alone, like a forgotten band
Still playing there song, all alone
The ponder on the bra bong, tight and
Pretty in a man's eyes, she's still fucking wrong
And along
This the true song
This what I'm on
A bump bump bum
A bump bump bum
Living in hell
Bump bump bum
A bump bump bum
Livein in hell
Bump bump bum
Bump bump bum
She ridin there sliding
There combined living in hell
She riding there sliding
Combined living in hell
She riding there sliding
Combined living in hell
She riding there sliding
Combined living in hell
Living in hell
One foot in front of the other shoe
I guess I feel like the loudest vote in the fucking room
I guess I'm doom boom
Blasting monkeys girls on the insided pretty but outside really ugly
I guess you chose this life over fucking junk
This is a life of hell
Slang or sell drugs or get fucked
I guess I'm ducking the jail cell
My homie got hit with a Rico
I guess he lucky ducked where? your bail where? it anit there
Lot of homies still locked up for shit ain't fair
Where? And it still ain't here
You walk up them stairs you might find a fair
A group home kids that run to their peers
When their parents are near
They're scared to bait and cast and sail
Oh for real
You overtake and call it a meal
Is that shit really fair
Would I call it a drill
No, I'll call that fake
It's a lot of motherfuckers in this world
Trying to make the plate
Fuck you, fuck your feelings
Fuck your freedom
This is a life of hell
Smoke to get numb
This is a life of hell in a song
Hold on, put em on
The devil knows the bass
A bump bump bum
It's a true song
This is what I'm on
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
A bum bum bum
Credits
Writer(s): Lip Lip
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