Ghetts - Twin Sisters (feat. Skrapz) lyrics

One night I stayed round, now I know my way round
I used to wonder what the pillow saw, when you’re face down

I’ve been fucking twin sisters
They don’t make the same sound, uh

I know this weight upon
My shoulders got me feeling way down, uh

You ain’t gotta move
My head bitch, I know my way down

Yeah

Uh

I said I’m on my way, she asked me if I’ve eaten
I said yeah b I just had some spaghetti bolognese
She caught me tight cause I ain’t turning left when stepping on the plane
Well I used to spend my money like it’s never gonna rain, then it rained

Then I had to separate
The pressure from the pain and let it rain
I couldn’t sleep when I had cases, even though
I rest my head on covered pillows, let me explain

When you never had a scooby bout a movie
I was a juvie on duty, no remote pressing play

You ever lost someone you never cherished, till they perished
So many of my bridges, just a memory in my brain

My nigga fell
Victim to liquor and died from failed liver
We still gon’ pour Henny on his grave
When they bury me, my headstone should read

R.I.P

Never been buried on a stage, if a pagan wanna locate us
I guarantee they may have to donate blood
I’ll get away with murder in these OJ gloves
Turn off the light support, bro gave up

One day we’ll all sleep, I won’t wake up
My nigga done his burden, gave no names up
That’s why my circle don’t rotate much
Babes I’ll be back soon, don’t wait up

One night I stayed round, now I know my way round
I used to wonder what the pillows saw, when you’re face down
I been fucking twin sisters, they don’t make the same sound
I know this weight upon my shoulders got me feeling way down
You ain’t gotta move my head bitch, I know my way down

Boom,

This thing that I was fucking introduced me to her cousin
I said fuck it, let me open the discussion bout her threesome
I ran through bitches I don’t treat them
Tape man’s Mrs. Evans looking for his girl like Liam Neeson

I just got released from the belly of the beast
I’ve been chilling for a minute
Now I’m turning up the heat
I’m elite
Apparently they miss me in the streets
So I’m back part three
Like I’m bout to make history repeat

I never leave my business unfinished
There’s been times when I’ve had to burn bridges
Other times when I’ve had to get wicked
Like niggas must’ve got this thing twisted
I splash man and make them spill liquid
My dog got convicted

Importing bricks through
Some text messages that he thought was encrypted
I’m still putting money over bitches
Still gotta roll with it, guess I’m just another black statistic

And I ain’t gonna quit cause I’m addicted
I’d rather be the villain than the victim
I caught one of my girls some Chanel’s
Cause she let me use her kitchen
And when we do our thing we don’t kiss
Cause I don’t know where your lips been

My ting’s different from the rest
And that’s word to the nipples on your breasts
I beat the pussy up and get dressed
I’ma holler you tomorrow, get some rest

One night I stayed drowned, now I know my way round
I used to wonder what the pillows saw, when you’re face down
I been fucking twin sisters, they don’t make the same sound
I know this weight upon my shoulders got me feeling way down
You ain’t gotta move my head bitch I know my way down