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- Альбом I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel - Single
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- Название My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed To The Judge
- Исполнитель $Uicideboy$
- Жанр Hip-Hop
- Год релиза 2015
- ISRC QZAPK1700023
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Текст песни
(Dead, a nigga dead)
(Dead, a nigga dead, a nigga dead)
(It's in my fuckin' head)
(Dead, a nigga dead)
(Dead, a nigga dead, a nigga dead)
(It's in my fuckin' head)
(Dead, a nigga dead)
(Dead, a nigga dead, a nigga dead)
(It's in my fuckin' head)
(Dead, a nigga dead)
(Dead, a nigga dead, a nigga dead)
(It's in my fuckin' head)
(Dead, a nigga dead)
(Dead, a nigga dead, a nigga dead)
(It's in my fuckin'-)
Eternal rest, the bloody mess
Keeping the motherfucking devil hot
Satanic mentality, happily making them bodies drop
I'm on the block circling cops, ready for their demise
Screams resonate through the night so I can't close my eyes
Hard to swallow when the hollows enter through your throat
Lately I wallow in my sorrow 'cause I cannot cope
The dope, the coke, the drank, the lean, the pills, the X, the smoke
The rope to choke the pain away, I'm broken till I croak
Hoe
(A nigga dead)
(Dead, a nigga dead, a nigga dead)
(It's in my fuckin' head)
(Dead, a nigga dead)
(Dead, a nigga dead) Baby
(A nigga dead) Baby
(It's in my fuckin' head)
Baby let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Baby let me get the weed, there's more for us
When these suckas leave, yeah we can smoke a blunt and fuck
I bust a nut and now it's time to get the fuck up out my crib
Yeah, here's a couple bucks
Bitch I'm Oddy Nuff
Creeping out the cut
Blood seeping out my cut with the shotty
'Cause you might escape the Tommy gun because I'm busy puffing blunts
But soon enough, you'll come back 'round
You screaming "Lock me up, please box me up!"
I got you sucka; start a flame and turn your body into dust
Smoke your body in the blunt
Copy us, I'll light it up (uh)
