FrostyOfficial - Interstate lyrics
[FrostyOfficial - Interstate lyrics]
Frosty back with that lame ass flow
Fucked in the head but I square to a foe
I came back slow when I lived in the low
Hunnid thou for the pain
Twenty k’s for the show
Blood out my mouth better call me yung ooze
Comin straight out of hell
With big city blues
I’m a madman snowman, nothin to lose
Boutta see me on KCRA news
I’m the hurricane to young wild traveler
Whole fuckin life just filmed for a slasher
Dance in the rain and ask for an answer
But all this time you’re a bodybag dancer
List off the things that you must’ve regret
Same chain same shit
Set stage for the threat
I can never say I am able to better myself
Keep the tonic on my bed and
The gun on my shelf
I do not care what you think, ay
Some say I died but I breathe, ay
Cannot recall what I need, ay
The acid, so toxic, I feed, ay
Feeding my urge to leave, ay
Things that I cannot perceive, ay
Wake up my mind to deceive, ay
No energy I shall receive, ay
I can't relive all this bullshit again I
Be talking to walls in my sleep, ay
Couple graves dug for my last girl and I
You might as well call me a creep, ay
Talking to all of my homies who know I
Will prolly be gone in a week, ay
For what was a good day
Has turned into my funeral
Heaven is so fuckin bleak (damn)
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know which way to go
Walking down the road
Lookin' at the streetlights
Wanna go home, but I don't feel right
Spend my days at the river
Spend my nights in the forest
Wakin' up to birds screamin' like
I've been here before
See the day I get my license
Imma have somethin for ya
If you come here with the issue
Know I got somethin' for you
I got that butterfly blade
I don't got no hundreds on me
I don't got a damn thing to lose
If you're not with me
Fucked in the head but I square to a foe
I came back slow when I lived in the low
Hunnid thou for the pain
Twenty k’s for the show
Blood out my mouth better call me yung ooze
Comin straight out of hell
With big city blues
I’m a madman snowman, nothin to lose
Boutta see me on KCRA news
I’m the hurricane to young wild traveler
Whole fuckin life just filmed for a slasher
Dance in the rain and ask for an answer
But all this time you’re a bodybag dancer
List off the things that you must’ve regret
Same chain same shit
Set stage for the threat
I can never say I am able to better myself
Keep the tonic on my bed and
The gun on my shelf
I do not care what you think, ay
Some say I died but I breathe, ay
Cannot recall what I need, ay
The acid, so toxic, I feed, ay
Feeding my urge to leave, ay
Things that I cannot perceive, ay
Wake up my mind to deceive, ay
No energy I shall receive, ay
I can't relive all this bullshit again I
Be talking to walls in my sleep, ay
Couple graves dug for my last girl and I
You might as well call me a creep, ay
Talking to all of my homies who know I
Will prolly be gone in a week, ay
For what was a good day
Has turned into my funeral
Heaven is so fuckin bleak (damn)
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know which way to go
Walking down the road
Lookin' at the streetlights
Wanna go home, but I don't feel right
Spend my days at the river
Spend my nights in the forest
Wakin' up to birds screamin' like
I've been here before
See the day I get my license
Imma have somethin for ya
If you come here with the issue
Know I got somethin' for you
I got that butterfly blade
I don't got no hundreds on me
I don't got a damn thing to lose
If you're not with me