a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de most mentally stable person in existence (feat. oliver grind) - scales

yeah

you know sometimes
when you wake up in the morning – ha
you don’t wake up, you dead
as f-ck
eyes closed
in the grave no more
do somethin’
do somethin’

(495 yeah)

sad motherf-cker and i don’t like a lot of sh-t
only tryna f-ck when i [?]
woke up, 2 blunts deep i ain’t bothered with
most talkin’ sh-t, smoke somethin’
i ain’t on sh-t

f-ck being woke
f-ck being right
f-ck selling weed
f-ck selling anything, aight? lil b-tch
burn that
f-ck love
i ain’t tryna feel none
same sh-t, different day
i just wanna steal something
you ain’t doing sh-t lil p-ssy b-tch you get your meals run
get your sh-t took and b-tch look it, i don’t feel nothin’
uh uh uh
that’s the sound that i make
whеn i f-ckin’ hate sh-t
and the ground when it shakе
and i smoke straight p-ss
hit that p-ssy too good
prolly get my grave l!cked
495 lame b-tch
different day, same sh-t, same screen
typing words til it all make sense
til it all make sense

[?] where the hoes at
sp-ceship p-ssy [?]
[?]
there are no hoes here
[?] and i also take prozac
[?]

and i f-ckin’ slap with it
use to smoke crack, scam ebt and fat b-tches
[?]
homeless has some lil wack pimpin’
lil ass schemes turn to nothing i say god dang it
used to pull a dolo with no photos and a whole bucket
then i got narc’d on
i was cryin’, sayin’ f-ck it
brand tuckin’
i was at a low
i was stand shruggin’, still thuggin’
pants too low
i’m a real husband

don’t let me talk to your b-tch she might feel something
i might snort a lot of [?] and then k!ll somethin’
dahmer that b-tch, eat the corpse, i’m a meal puppet
i’m in that sh-t
feel the force of a real f-ckin’
devil in my eyes
said it burns, i don’t feel nothin’
born for this sh-t
cut a b-tch in her real stomach
dance in the entrails
prance while i’m still cummin
mans said a hollowed out voice finna hear nothin

sad motherf-cker and i don’t like a lot of sh-t
only tryna f-ck when i [?]
woke up, 2 blunts deep i ain’t bothered with
most talkin’ sh-t, smoke somethin’
i ain’t on sh-t
f-ck being woke
f-ck being right
f-ck selling weed
f-ck selling anything, aight? lil b-tch
burn that
f-ck love
i ain’t tryna feel none
same sh-t, different day
i just wanna steal something

you ain’t doing sh-t lil p-ssy b-tch you get your meals run
get your sh-t took and b-tch look it, i don’t feel nothin’
uh uh uh
that’s the sound that i make
when i f-ckin’ hate sh-t
and the ground when it shake
and i smoke straight p-ss
hit that p-ssy too good
prolly get my grave l!cked
495 lame b-tch
different day, same sh-t, same screen
typing words til it all make sense
til it all make sense

- scales

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS