Wifisfuneral - Deadwalk lyrics
[Wifisfuneral - Deadwalk lyrics]
This is the end still high from that
Yeah, aye
Still high from that pill
That I took yesterday
Looked up at the mirror I’m like fuck today
Like why you got that fit
Up on your fucking face
Well bitch my heart was filled
Up with this fucking hate
I’m grim just like the Grinch
But move forever great
& I’m bit up with the worst
Come get this fucking taste
Me & my momma bagging clothes
Ain’t got no fucking place
Used to play them cops & robbers
Now I run from jakes
Said that I stop fucking with that
Oxy but I pop it (yeah)
She said that she wanna sell them
Drugs but that is not him
I done overdosed like ten times
But bae do not trip
If I die just for a minute
Hold me down & let me finish
Don’t know why you get to
Trippin when I’m sippin, being serious
Pop prescription never listen, dance with
The demons at night, they glistening
How you feeling? Bitch I’m dead I done
Gave my soul out to my spirit
Put that cross right on my
Back so we locked in, just not to mention
Aye, this that dead walk, dead talk
You gon’ play this song, you in a bad mood
Bedroom
Probably put that sheisty up your face
& make a dead opp
Probably put that switch up on that blick
Now that’s a fed woop
& we give no fuck about a bitch
Lil boy we share whores
Swear it be a hoe be tryna
Knock me off the damn course
& we give no fuck about a bitch
Lil boy we share whores
Swear it be a hoe be tryna
Knock me off the damn course
Yeah, aye
Still high from that pill
That I took yesterday
Looked up at the mirror I’m like fuck today
Like why you got that fit
Up on your fucking face
Well bitch my heart was filled
Up with this fucking hate
I’m grim just like the Grinch
But move forever great
& I’m bit up with the worst
Come get this fucking taste
Me & my momma bagging clothes
Ain’t got no fucking place
Used to play them cops & robbers
Now I run from jakes
Said that I stop fucking with that
Oxy but I pop it (yeah)
She said that she wanna sell them
Drugs but that is not him
I done overdosed like ten times
But bae do not trip
If I die just for a minute
Hold me down & let me finish
Don’t know why you get to
Trippin when I’m sippin, being serious
Pop prescription never listen, dance with
The demons at night, they glistening
How you feeling? Bitch I’m dead I done
Gave my soul out to my spirit
Put that cross right on my
Back so we locked in, just not to mention
Aye, this that dead walk, dead talk
You gon’ play this song, you in a bad mood
Bedroom
Probably put that sheisty up your face
& make a dead opp
Probably put that switch up on that blick
Now that’s a fed woop
& we give no fuck about a bitch
Lil boy we share whores
Swear it be a hoe be tryna
Knock me off the damn course
& we give no fuck about a bitch
Lil boy we share whores
Swear it be a hoe be tryna
Knock me off the damn course