Spit on My Grave (feat. Sleepe)

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Walk down the halls of the dead boulevard
There’s no sound in the air
There’s no one there when you call
Leaves in the fall they falling down to the floor
In the fog where the lost
The god singing his songs
Spit on my grave
You’ll probably spit on my grave when I’m gone
Spit on my grave
You’ll probably spit on my grave when I’m gone
Walk through the grave site memory lane
Take a hit from the blunt let it enter my brain
When I’m gone leave nothing to remember my name
Just dust in the wind let it settle the plains
Dance with the devil when she low in the light
6 feet below is where it’s cold at night
Sean Paul was never there to give me the light
I’ve been rotten to the core get the temperature right
Cuz’ I’m cold baby no heart
Break my gravestone like my heart
F*ck that fame that’s not what I want
Paint my tombstone like its art
I just wanna lay by the gates in the forest
Take away all the pain but don’t take me before it
Walk down the halls of the dead boulevard
There’s no sound in the air
There’s no one there when you call
Leaves in the fall they falling down to the floor
In the fog where the lost
The god’s singing his songs
Spit on my grave
You’ll probably spit on my grave when I’m gone
Spit on my grave
You’ll probably spit on my grave when I’m gone
Aye, aye
I take a hit of that Tonya, Rhonda
Call my P.O. up tell her what she want
Awe yeah, you on drugs?
No I ain’t doing none
Doesn’t know I just re-upped
TONYA
What would you do for a KLONDIKE?
I catch a tan in that LIMELIGHT
Hit a hunnid through that STOPLIGHT
Now I
Bitch I wanna Milly Rock on yo’ tombstone
I’ma fuckin’ funeral and you a no show
I’ma drop an adderall in Four Loko
Now I’m feeling like Mojo Jojo
Now lil bih' now wassup
Gone get yo funds up
All that conundrum
Lookin’ like yuh yuh
Fuckin’ with me I’ma go and hit the switch
I fuh’ yo bih’
Then take her to the cemetery you know what it is, ugh
Walk down the halls of the dead boulevard
There’s no sound in the air
There’s no one there when you call
Leaves in the fall they falling down to the floor
In the fog where the lost
The god’s singing his songs
Spit on my grave
You’ll probably spit on my grave when I’m gone
Spit on my grave
You’ll probably spit on my grave when I’m gone

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