Lyrics:
2018 I got touched
By the hand of God, Swear they can't say Im out of touch
Do not need to get cut to be covered in blood
I tried to tell em but
2018, I got touch
By the hand of God, so they can't say I'm out of touch
Do not need to get cut to be covered in blood
Try to tell him, but at first,
understand it
Put me through school, swore soon I'd be in a position to rule
Look at me now, your only child breathing through you
For you, by you,
to shoot first releasing my brother's blood, uh
Why do these rookies want to rumble, got to do him in
Even if he's my kin that's the only way the cookies
I am a sinner
You are my savior
Bought by your freedom
And sheltered by your grace
I've been forgiven
By your blood I am chosen
Out of the darkness
I be in my feelings when I wake up every hoe used to diss me
Fuck her good pull off her lacefront
By the ocean look out window view might buy
dead body, over my dead body there's still blood in these veins
An empty bottle of Cuervo tequila, and two can play at these games
Stay by me,
you to death tonight
You're in my heart
You're in my skull
You're in my blood
You're in my bones
You're in my heart
You're in my skull
You're
you to death tonight
You're in my heart
You're in my skull
You're in my blood
You're in my bones
You're in my heart
You're in my skull
You're
and feel my pain
Like being ran over by a hundred freight trains
Washed up in the tides of my mind
To break through the callus and say it's time, it's time!
sin
Reap my harvest in blood
Caressed by Death
Prayers of doom and burning of souls
The burning
The scorching of your words to ashes
Your love must be
corruption
You say, I'm pure and then undiluatable
And once I'm in your blood I make it pursuitable
Now only they say sing it on son
Sing it on son, she
There's a speed camera in my head
Flashing me, telling me to slow down
But the breaks in this old shitheap
They don't work anymore
And I'm backseat
pray
I'ma still love who persecute me
Yeah I'm covered in blood
Let it run through my veins
Y'all spinnin' the block
I put God on top
Catch me in
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
the blood of Kings
Or even one who's tasted fame
But I don't wanna feel the same
I want that status by my name I
Oooh look at me
Look at look at look
Eiffel
If I fall and I feel shit
Pass me a lighter
Blood on my brand new kicks, gun fire
Never was a fighter
But I'm gonna bite first
Heven or Hell we were
First you say you want me
Flirt around and haunt me
Hold me til my blood starts to storm
Quickly things get chilly
You turn around and ask him,
to play me like a popstar
That's how you get not far
All my cus, niggas crazy
All my bloods, niggas brazy
Might just drop in on a Wednesday
Been
But the facts of life can sometimes make it hard to dream
Life rocked me like Mötley
Grab me by the ribbons in my hair
Life rocked me, ultra-softly
the mag
Make a gunfight through the night
Got more mags in a bag
In the seat right by my side
I'm a Bad roll model pop out
With a Joint in the mouth
I puff
that when we fell in love It would grow from the start
But like the sun you lit me up Set fire to my heart
My hammer lay down by my side My warm
on a table with wine glasses and twelve people gathered round
Eating my corpse
Seemingly instructed by that man in religious clothes
He speaks of Utopia
chances
Close my eyes
Fade to black
Blood dripping like tap
In my mind have my memories dancing
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
But I
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