letra de ariabod - kidshazam
you are the actual devil
lucifer
i’m never going back
in the stu’ i cook high
ain’t into the book life
yet i got the roll call
but, i’ll never look right
got my eyes to open up, tho it really took time
got these hot fried birds flying at me like a food fight
i’m wearing shades, my eyes are made to make ’em lose minds (lose minds)
got my hands up when the po-po asking “who’s fried?” (who’s fried?)
going down for my boys, yeah i don’t mind (don’t mind)
“i had my eyes sewn shut”, uh-coraline
lil boy don’t еven know how to hold a knife (how to hold a knife)
closе your eyes, open ’em up you’re poltergeist (you’re poltergeist)
i’ve been overseeing my entire life while high
i aced everything, basking in the glory of my pride
lately got galaxy-eyes
now i feel like i’m kyte
now the problem’s out of sight
all them hoes lose they mind
i ain’t the typing type
make her queen for a night
wake her smiling at 9:00
pan her cakes one more time
bathed in blood
it’s on cherry (it’s f-ck cherry)
taking drugs
it’s on cherry (say f-ck cherry)
pain is love
it’s on cherry (yeah f-ck cherry)
everything f-cked up’s on cherry ay
pupils zoomed in
the line is too thin
this a new kid (kid)
in a new pit
on some new sh-t
dripping from the new fit (woah-oh)
on some new b-tch (woah-oh)
l!ck me clean like cool whip (ha)
flames in the kitchen, smoke ’em
i don’t need a sous chef (i don’t need a sous chef)
get my hammer yeah my bedroom is my tool shed (my bedroom is my what?)
i think i’m at my happiest when i lose it (lose it)
you can’t get to half the dimensions i’m cruising (cruising)
i see the notes building a melody
my essence making music
diamonds on my head
feeling just like i’m lil uzi
hit my shoulder then that p-ssy
droppin’ fury like i’m usyk
see an oppie & i noose it
hit that ganja then i loosen up
even as a joke you’re dead like unc’s
put spikes on your throat like punks
death’s the last door, feed my lungs
breathe drugs
i creep up on my own dreams
get high & try to reason with the heathen
driving this suit every season
meaning he is in a very deep dark hole (dark hole)
maybe he doesn’t have a place to place the cargo (cargo)
maybe he ain’t just a junkie, he’s far more (far more)
saw a person in a blond hoe (why tho?)
he’s got a heart of gold but he’s heart broke
narrating his life from the devil’s eyes in his art work
put up a image, life decisions aren’t up to smoke
i ain’t the actual devil
b-tch my name is ariabod
ooh
ha-ha-ha
ooh-ooh
hm-hm-hm
kr0nic
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- letra de in my room - chance peña
- letra de cut it away - rob frazier
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- letra de money laundering - grimdetta
- letra de fuck - yezzy wallace