KILLY - REALLY DECEASED lyrics
Khalil Tatem
[KILLY - REALLY DECEASED lyrics]
You want it? (You) , can't have it (What?)
Can’t manage (What?) , no attachment (yeah)
I'm not from (Me) , this planet (Huh)
Crash landing
(What?) , diamonds on me and they dancin'
You want it? (You) , can’t have it (What?)
Can't have it (What?) , can't have it (yeah)
You want it? (You) , can't have it (What?)
Can't have it (What?) , can't have it
Jealousy, envy, and greed
Walk around and it follow me (Me, yeah)
Fresh to death penalty
Secretly I'm really deceased (yeah)
I got like no room to breathe
Tesla coupe feel like submarine
(Ooh, skrrt, ooh) she Japanese, Guyanese
Skin tone look like Hennessy
More money, more problems for me
Mind frame expand off a beam
Number 9 with rips on the seams
Summer nights, my ends didn't leave
Remember nights my ends didn’t meet
Me and bro went half on a deegs
Fast forward we in Miami
Fuck three ho’s, trilogy on repeat
More zeroes but I keep it discreet
My earlobes, they dance Billie Jean
Broski still stuck in the streets
My uncle's in the bin getting deezed
Look ’round, many depend on me
Infinity stones, think I found every piece
Closed doors, big collection of keys
Back then, paradise on TV (yeah)
Woke up, no, this not a dream
No more living life on repeat (yeah)
You want it? (You) Can't have it (What?)
Can't manage (What?) , no attachment (yeah)
I'm not from (Me) , this planet (Huh)
Crash landing
(What?) , diamonds on me and they dancin’
And my bitch on my stick
45 blitz, it won't miss
Everything hit (yeah) , diamonds hit (yeah)
Check my wrist
(yeah) , tick, tick, tick (Hey)
Look at my bitch, thick, thick, thick
Money come in, infinite
Take a trip then extend
Talk a ton of shit, don't make sense (yeah)
Can’t manage (What?) , no attachment (yeah)
I'm not from (Me) , this planet (Huh)
Crash landing
(What?) , diamonds on me and they dancin'
You want it? (You) , can’t have it (What?)
Can't have it (What?) , can't have it (yeah)
You want it? (You) , can't have it (What?)
Can't have it (What?) , can't have it
Jealousy, envy, and greed
Walk around and it follow me (Me, yeah)
Fresh to death penalty
Secretly I'm really deceased (yeah)
I got like no room to breathe
Tesla coupe feel like submarine
(Ooh, skrrt, ooh) she Japanese, Guyanese
Skin tone look like Hennessy
More money, more problems for me
Mind frame expand off a beam
Number 9 with rips on the seams
Summer nights, my ends didn't leave
Remember nights my ends didn’t meet
Me and bro went half on a deegs
Fast forward we in Miami
Fuck three ho’s, trilogy on repeat
More zeroes but I keep it discreet
My earlobes, they dance Billie Jean
Broski still stuck in the streets
My uncle's in the bin getting deezed
Look ’round, many depend on me
Infinity stones, think I found every piece
Closed doors, big collection of keys
Back then, paradise on TV (yeah)
Woke up, no, this not a dream
No more living life on repeat (yeah)
You want it? (You) Can't have it (What?)
Can't manage (What?) , no attachment (yeah)
I'm not from (Me) , this planet (Huh)
Crash landing
(What?) , diamonds on me and they dancin’
And my bitch on my stick
45 blitz, it won't miss
Everything hit (yeah) , diamonds hit (yeah)
Check my wrist
(yeah) , tick, tick, tick (Hey)
Look at my bitch, thick, thick, thick
Money come in, infinite
Take a trip then extend
Talk a ton of shit, don't make sense (yeah)