DARKROOM

Lose our sanity Swung my brain away, others fell like felony
But I'm still the same
Do not blame me, blame me
Still having my dress on
Put a fucking stacks on
My casket, life is short and that's it
But I don't care for nothing
Can say I cannot touch it I'm from the underground dog
You know that I'm not bluffing
Today I got the juvenile rocking the superstars
But I will become a pasta on the card
Looking fine and I'm asking from below
What the fuck is going on?
Am I right or am I wrong here?
Got the fire, got the fire in me
But I have a lot of problems to control everything
Tell me what is a bristle on my fucking collar?
Why do you know that we made out of mine?
Brother Taking a bite, I'm having my motherfucking part, huh?
I'll be the shit you need to be my fucking far, huh? I'll be the shit
Your neck has been my fucking far, huh? I'll be the spicy
Nigga be my fucking sorcerer
Niggas be shooting with sticks, bitch, I can't wait to chop us
Double cut, bitch, I'm sippin' all my pain away I've been losin' sleep since I can't recall what days today I'm alone Yeah, I hate to say I gave you no fuss But you brought him on the way in
Then I'm a thug I'm seeing a pistol grip and got a glove I'm a rock star calling on my blood
From him feels aftersane on a dreg Of the joy
Maybe I really say it on a joy
Maybe I really say it on a drive
Maybe I really say it on a drive