‎night walker

[Intro]
Jash!
Vexx

[Pre-Chorus]
I think a murder spree in order for my personal retort
Cut copy information travels, that boy pussy, out of order
Trauma settles, inner presence, it done made you someone else
But no excuse for all your ignorance, can you save you from my hell

[Chorus]
I’m boutta put 10 shots in yo' back pocket and you’ll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some bad chronic, you’ll pass on me, I think you asked for more
Don’t dial no 9-1-1, 'cause ya' body ain’t move 'til the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble for all that shit that you just did

[Verse 1]
My brother turned me a to a bitter soul who’s spun up in the head
I’ve have to live with burnin' images that haunt my love with dread
I can’t compete with charismatics, simply 'cause I ain’t built
To have a ragin' narcism paired with psychopathic guilt
So fuck, you ride for me? 'Cause all the time we had
Was lived with flawless execution, not a fate gone bad?
Done givin' up conflict for their sake, if I want that war, better know I’d take it
Put somebody in my place to fuck my bitch so I would die alone

[Verse 2]
I see you pivot like the snakin' fucker that you are
One day you love 'em, then you switch up Screaming “Holy ego!”
Background music 'til I’m pissed off and act out, a fact don’t lose
'Til it’s charmed and it’s sat down, a pact we made, yeah, self to self
I been backstabbed once, I don’t plan on the next round
Oh yeah, I don’t know how you move so manifold
You spread yo' wings wit' a locked in scope on things you want
But couldn’t hold, manipulate with lusted dreams
You feed on what they give to ya'
If rooted, I am jealousy, but tell your girl who you have breached

[Chorus]
I’m boutta put 10 shots in yo' back pocket and you’ll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some bad chronic, you’ll pass on me, I think you asked for more
Don’t dial no 9-1-1, 'cause ya' body ain’t move 'til the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble for all that shit that you just did
I’m boutta put 10 shots in yo' back pocket and you’ll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some bad chronic, you’ll pass on me, I think you asked for more
Don’t dial no 9-1-1, 'cause ya' body ain’t move 'til the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble for all that shit that you just did

[Outro]
Jash!