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letra de body - death plus

[verse 1: death+]
chillin’ with the poltergeist, he wear his frozen clothes
casket thrashing ‘til i die, these b-tches know it
it’s a ghost town, suicide
the wind ain’t blowin’, the leaves ain’t fallin’
the trees ain’t growing, rivers ain’t flowing
blood overflowing, i know you know this
sippin’ my potion, i’m a slug
find me in the dirt, you with the roaches
find me rappin’ and husslin’, selling the purp
i’m with it, you want it
got that sh-t that make yo’ chest hurt
that’s if you want it, i’m a criminal pimpin’
that stay with the weird motherf-ckers
with the boys at the crib be off in the garden
these hoes are the hardest, these rappers r-t-rded
i’m sick, though
depression comin’ creepin’ in and take you by surprise
one day you alive, then the next day you die

[chorus: death+]
chillin’ by myself i don’t need n-body
find me in the room, just another f-ckin’ body
see me on the news but you don’t know nothin’ about me
we live in a society that’s full of f-ckin’ copies
(and here is the hardest part)

[refrain]
put it to your head and pull the trigger

[verse 2: lil peep]
k!ll these motherf-ckers, waiting patient for the flow to come
it’s like i got some supernatural powers, i’m the chosen one
these b-tches want me dead, i’m bustin’ back
i got a golden gun inside my f-ckin’ hand
i pick a hater, put a hole in one
i been working, she been twerking on my f-cking d-ck
p-ssy perfect but she never got a compliment
i’m too busy stacking twenties cause my money spent
i got kicked out of the crib, i couldn’t pay my rent
young p-ssy, old p-ssy, come p-ssy go
never stay the same with these motherf-ckin’ hoes
they be triflin’ like why you ain’t recycling for?
shut the f-ck up b-tch, i’ll break my bottle right on the floor
i’m smokin’ dope, i’m getting throat
this beat is wavy, i’m a boat
b-tch i hope you never know the sh-t i do when i’m alone
h-ll is my home, and i ain’t pickin’ up my phone
get the f-ck out my zone, and watch yo motherf-ckin’ tone, b-tch

[chorus 2: lil peep]
chilling by myself, i don’t need n-body
find me in the room just another f-ckin’ body
dope on the spoon b-tch, i’m looking like a zombie
i don’t wanna move, you won’t see me at the party

- death plus

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