Noah23, $uicideboy$ - DARK CRY$TAL lyrics
[Noah23, $uicideboy$ - DARK CRY$TAL lyrics]
Open the door
Getting the feeling like you have
Been here once before in front of the store
The boys in blue AKA Babylon going to war
Never no more stepping all over the
Masonic checkerboard floor i grew up poor
All that I had was my thoughts
But my spirit was soar
I study the books that these people afraid of
I'm like a machine when I'm feeding that data
Born in the mouth of a three legged gator
It's 23 blinding in the eyes of a hater
I hate life more than you could ever imagine
All these parasites still tryna
Hop on the wagon this is the eulogy for all
The fuckboys that are breathing
My heart is colder than the
Arctic on a December evening i got demons
Demons that are cold and
Are still getting colder
I got a motherfucking angel sitting
Frostbit up upon my shoulder
I gotta bury my lies because of all
The shit that I been through
23 and the suicide boys motherfuckers
Staring into the dark crystal
Pull up at the bank with the K then I spray
Then I move my weight left
Throw the money in the safe
Gotta couple bucks in my fucking pocket
Spend it on a rock of crack
Then I fucking pop it
Uzi the Antichrist Bitch i'm a prophet
Slicing my wrists and it's all for a profit
Put the gun in my mouth
Then I fucking cock it
Blow my brains on the wall
Hear a fuckin pop it
Like the bubbles underwater when
I'm drowning your bitch
Bitch I'm done in a vip
Bitch I'm pounding my fist
Shoot em dead like I'm motherfucking Stockton
Eyes blood-red tinted usually squinting
Catch me in the ocean with
Some all white tenants
With two in my brain I can't feel no pain
Swerving the lane, snorting the caine
Catching my fade
This shit ain't a game, So i'ma get paid
Juggle the blade be very afraid
Be very afraid very very afraid
Bitch
Getting the feeling like you have
Been here once before in front of the store
The boys in blue AKA Babylon going to war
Never no more stepping all over the
Masonic checkerboard floor i grew up poor
All that I had was my thoughts
But my spirit was soar
I study the books that these people afraid of
I'm like a machine when I'm feeding that data
Born in the mouth of a three legged gator
It's 23 blinding in the eyes of a hater
I hate life more than you could ever imagine
All these parasites still tryna
Hop on the wagon this is the eulogy for all
The fuckboys that are breathing
My heart is colder than the
Arctic on a December evening i got demons
Demons that are cold and
Are still getting colder
I got a motherfucking angel sitting
Frostbit up upon my shoulder
I gotta bury my lies because of all
The shit that I been through
23 and the suicide boys motherfuckers
Staring into the dark crystal
Pull up at the bank with the K then I spray
Then I move my weight left
Throw the money in the safe
Gotta couple bucks in my fucking pocket
Spend it on a rock of crack
Then I fucking pop it
Uzi the Antichrist Bitch i'm a prophet
Slicing my wrists and it's all for a profit
Put the gun in my mouth
Then I fucking cock it
Blow my brains on the wall
Hear a fuckin pop it
Like the bubbles underwater when
I'm drowning your bitch
Bitch I'm done in a vip
Bitch I'm pounding my fist
Shoot em dead like I'm motherfucking Stockton
Eyes blood-red tinted usually squinting
Catch me in the ocean with
Some all white tenants
With two in my brain I can't feel no pain
Swerving the lane, snorting the caine
Catching my fade
This shit ain't a game, So i'ma get paid
Juggle the blade be very afraid
Be very afraid very very afraid
Bitch