April Mourning歌词

Blood dripping off my braids
Persuade 'em with the blade
*****, I call a spade a spade
There ain't no need for throwing shade
You know I keep that contraband
$uicide in high demand
Keep a hand full of them xans, and a fully loaded mag'
Afterlife pimpin', got them rims on a casket
******* on my mattress, **** 'em all backwards
Walking corpse, stalking courts
Show 'em no remorse
Corner store, sippin' fours
Fresh up off a tour
Tulip flower petals shower me in slow motion
While I'm blowing on some sour D
**** an idol, no one towers over me
Hopefully, openly talking 'bout all of my emotions
Ocean deep, sink into the bottom
Opening up all my ******* problems
*****, I promise I'll become forgotten, rotten
******* spotted on the concrete
Six times three
If I was a key on the board, I'd probably be delete or escape
Either way, you're pressing me, uh