Pharaoh, Killstation - Coldstation lyrics

Scars up on my wrist I gotta
Shake it down the sand
Never fuckin' smiling 'cause I'm
Ready for the end
I was told the cemetery like
It was my only friend
Smoking paper from the sand I never
Asked you to be mad
Pray on your chick, on your bitch
On your grave
Pull up bitch down and she's ready for slain
And my memories dead
I don't want you to stay
Hold me here at your place like
The breath at your waist
Hold back, hold back, hold back all of you
I gotta distinguish people of you
Spilling the salt and you thick into glue
Bitch I see as you cry and you stay unsecure
Cause I'm the scary i'm still fuckin baping
All i give is manic she's the only ending
Jumping out the venue
Tell me to forget that (Ay)
Tell me to forget that

They do it to they fucking do
Don't give a fuck

All I wanna fucking do is count paper

They came for us, and I came through
If you listen closely you can hear it too
I don't hear myself and
You motherfuckers that was
Tryna tell me what I can't do
Cause if you take one then I'll take two
You fake love and I'll speak the truth
I know the way you're feeling every time
You hear name but you can
Blame it on the world and let
The hated run through you bitch