BATHSHEBA
Gallowayyys
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(Yeah!) Pedal to the, heavy metal Metal shavings in my, cerebellum(Gasp!) Bloody guitars, from steal toe steppers In new true religions, I hate bad religions! Stitches in my slit wrist (Exhale) These sycophants full of it, (Yeah) Brain dead on arrival, cardiac arrest Ripping pages out the bible Told the pastor save ya breath (Yeah!) You fucking with a real bad boy now, (Fucking with a real) You fucking with a real bad boy Pinocchio tried to kill that boy, (Huh, Huh, What?!) Pinocchio tried to kill that boy They tryna seal the deal with my black blood How the f*ck you 'spec me just to show love?! And pay tithes for a love that I never had I'm on E hell naw nigga F*ck that (Yeah!, Yeah!) F*ck that! I'm on 'E hell naw nigga, F*ck that! (Yeah!, Yeah!) Hell naw! (Okay, Alright) If I give you ten percent, you gone give me twenty? (Back-right-back-right-back-right-back-right, naw!) If I give you thirty, will you make me rich by thirty? (Yeah-right-yeah-right-yeah-right-yeah-right, okay) I'ma finna turn up, trippy nigga with a double cup I'm finna turn up, rip the labels off and listen up Hit me back in 10 days, I'll be on a binge Pray for me, I'm still spiritual, but organized religion ain't for me Give my ghost to God, deliver me from Deuteronomy In this economy, I don't need no devils up under me Molding sounds to gold, my philosopher stone like alchemy Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge weighs on my autonomy I'm on E, (Hell naw nigga f*ck that!) I'm on E, (Hell naw nigga, f*ck that!) I'm on E-E-E, (Hell naw nigga, f*ck that!) Look I'm sorry but... (Hell naw, nigga f*ck that!) If I give you ten percent, you gone make me rich right? (Rich right, rich right, rich right, whah!) If I give you thirty, will you make me rich by thirty? (Yeah-right-yeah-right-yeah-right-yeah-right, Right!) Tryna do what's right! (Ooo, I'm tempted) Bathsheba in my my mother-fucking bed room I believed her when she said she needed leg room Stretch your legs while you give me h-h-h-head Her Cinderella attitude so revealing Don't need no glass slippers, we on a glass ceiling You promise not to get so hung up on these premonitions I'm tryna live inside the moment not ya intuition Immortalized, in peach moccasins I got trauma like O'tama, ain't no promises Quit watching the news, same prerogatives Brass k-knuckles, hardly subtle wear this shiner bitch From the ruble with the zombies need my carcasses Gnawing on the bones, of these Goddesses Sith Lord, ain't got time for you novices Dalai Lama shit, on my Dalai Lama Shit (Yeah!) Pedal to the, heavy metal Metal shavings in my, cerebellum(Gasp!) Bloody guitars, from steal toe steppers In new true religions, I hate bad religions! Stitches in my slit wrist (Exhale) These sycophants full of it, (Yeah) Brain dead on arrival, cardiac arrest Ripping pages out the bible Told the pastor save ya breath (Yeah!)
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