Kit3, heartstopmiami - hopefullynotsick lyrics
[Kit3, heartstopmiami - hopefullynotsick lyrics]
This is a graveem1nd exclusive
Laughing all the way to the bank
You can't plug your ears and cover your eyes
Hopefully i'm not sick
This our town silent hill this is not it
Turn his body to a corpse i'm a grave digger
Just say that word to stop a dying trigger
Picture me off i wanna try it out
Telling me these stories that you know about
9 millimeter to the head that's my title
Give a fuck if i'm suicidal hit my vital
No survivors asking for the wrong hero
Looking at myself i'm a weirdo
Sorry took yer' girl turn her into a widow
I got nine rounds to prove my point
My life is nothing but problems
In despair i got something to solve em'
Right to the action it only takes a second
And now you wanna ask that where i've gone
Don't scare me off and then
Tell me i'm wrong you wanna show it off
Show it off
Show it off no you can't talk down
Be it twice or the third i can knock you out
But that's not what you about
And i think i lost count
But hopefully i'm not sick
Take a bullet from behind like a target
And i swear i want it all with a guitar pick
And when they text me it's
Always to say i'm toxic
I don't want it you want it
I rub my hands from the
Dirt it's not my problem
I tried to put it all away but you want em'
She gon' suck my dick in a Honda
Make him disappear this ain't
No Cosmo and Wanda
You wanna wish but i ain't
Give you shit no, no, no
I feel like santa cuz' your
On my list Ho, Ho, ho
They see my footprints in the snow
Yeah i keep a strap, i feel like Lorne Malvo
Hopefully i'm not sick
This our town silent hill this is not it
Turn his body to a corpse i'm a grave digger
Just say that word to stop a dying trigger
Picture me off i wanna try it out
Telling me these stories that you know about
9 millimeter to the head that's my title
Give a fuck if i'm suicidal hit my vital
No survivors asking for the wrong hero
Looking at myself i'm a weirdo
Laughing all the way to the bank
You can't plug your ears and cover your eyes
Hopefully i'm not sick
This our town silent hill this is not it
Turn his body to a corpse i'm a grave digger
Just say that word to stop a dying trigger
Picture me off i wanna try it out
Telling me these stories that you know about
9 millimeter to the head that's my title
Give a fuck if i'm suicidal hit my vital
No survivors asking for the wrong hero
Looking at myself i'm a weirdo
Sorry took yer' girl turn her into a widow
I got nine rounds to prove my point
My life is nothing but problems
In despair i got something to solve em'
Right to the action it only takes a second
And now you wanna ask that where i've gone
Don't scare me off and then
Tell me i'm wrong you wanna show it off
Show it off
Show it off no you can't talk down
Be it twice or the third i can knock you out
But that's not what you about
And i think i lost count
But hopefully i'm not sick
Take a bullet from behind like a target
And i swear i want it all with a guitar pick
And when they text me it's
Always to say i'm toxic
I don't want it you want it
I rub my hands from the
Dirt it's not my problem
I tried to put it all away but you want em'
She gon' suck my dick in a Honda
Make him disappear this ain't
No Cosmo and Wanda
You wanna wish but i ain't
Give you shit no, no, no
I feel like santa cuz' your
On my list Ho, Ho, ho
They see my footprints in the snow
Yeah i keep a strap, i feel like Lorne Malvo
Hopefully i'm not sick
This our town silent hill this is not it
Turn his body to a corpse i'm a grave digger
Just say that word to stop a dying trigger
Picture me off i wanna try it out
Telling me these stories that you know about
9 millimeter to the head that's my title
Give a fuck if i'm suicidal hit my vital
No survivors asking for the wrong hero
Looking at myself i'm a weirdo