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letra de tranquility lane - lîl høllöw

b-tch i f-ckin pull up wit some codeine on my seat, aye, rollin through your town tell me where you wanna meet, aye, you f-ckers know i’m down like i’m 6 feet underneath, aye, demon f-ckin clown pennywise don’t f-ckin sleep, aye…

b-tch you ain’t about it…
earth is f-ckin crowded…
bodies form a mountain…
wrist a f-ckin fountain…
now i’m all surrounded…
hear how fake you soundin…
see me f-ckin drownin…
resurrection of a shaman aye…

b-tch i’m in a trace still i’m trynna get more faded…
come and take a glance you know all my blades serrated…
feed you to my fans slice your b-tch -ss up and bake it…
pocket full of xan’s b-tch i know you f-ckin hate it…
surgically enhanced doctor satan wit a patient…
gut your f-ckin man’s in the back refrigerarated…
blunt inside my hand spark it up and smell the fragrance…
trap and make some band’s put that sh-t up in my savings…

demons in my head and i be fadin away…
copy down your ip then i see where you stay…
try to hate on høllöw from the bottom of a grave…
emo puerto rican wit the blackened nail paint…
bet you when you see me i’ll be bangin on grey…
chucky motherf-cker when you see me let’s play…
demented motherf-cker yung charles lee ray…
cuts up on my wrists and i embody my pain…
numb from all the c0ke when i be cuttin up grain…
snort another line and take a hit of that strain…
guess i hate myself cause there ain’t no one else to blame…
once i’m up on top i’ll grab a noose and i’ll hang…
bl–dy f-ckin rain and see it drip from my veins…
tell my f-ckin girlfriend that i love her then bang…
she reload the gun then she do the exact same…
junkie 17 i bet i’ll die before fame, yuh…

- lil hollow

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