Istasha - 128p New Years Resolution lyrics
[Istasha - 128p New Years Resolution lyrics]
Istasha, this shit fucking sucks
Bitch I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood
that’s white gold
Talking like they moths to a
Flame light strobes laid to rest in the cold
Bitch I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood
That's white gold
Talking like they moths to
A flame light strobes
Laid to rest in the cold
Missing all your trash
I’m busy passing in a mask
Easy like it's molded
Told 'em Is he made of plastic
CC0, zero seconds closing every task
On the locked up spasms
Acting up, never drastic
Okay hold up
Need that gas I need a lollipop
Erode it, might fade out
I pass out on the run up
Bullshit, I'm gonna, I feed the anaconda
Chase it like it's strokes and got
The rust spill in the gutter
Bitch I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood
That's white gold
Talking like they moths to
A flame light strobes
Laid to rest in the cold
Bitch I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood
That’s white gold talking like they moths to
A flame light strobes
Laid to rest in the cold
Bitch I walk it off-
Bitch I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood
that’s white gold
Talking like they moths to a
Flame light strobes laid to rest in the cold
Bitch I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood
That's white gold
Talking like they moths to
A flame light strobes
Laid to rest in the cold
Missing all your trash
I’m busy passing in a mask
Easy like it's molded
Told 'em Is he made of plastic
CC0, zero seconds closing every task
On the locked up spasms
Acting up, never drastic
Okay hold up
Need that gas I need a lollipop
Erode it, might fade out
I pass out on the run up
Bullshit, I'm gonna, I feed the anaconda
Chase it like it's strokes and got
The rust spill in the gutter
Bitch I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood
That's white gold
Talking like they moths to
A flame light strobes
Laid to rest in the cold
Bitch I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood
That’s white gold talking like they moths to
A flame light strobes
Laid to rest in the cold
Bitch I walk it off-