Lyrics: Abdallah Ahmad/Brian Chan Jones/Jeremiah Northern
Music: Abdallah Ahmad/Brian Chan Jones/Jeremiah Northern
创作者：Abdallah Ahmad、Brian
Chan Jones, Jeremiah Northern
(Drvmlord)
Dark-ass room, you know it's a yelling
****in' with my brain
Yeah, it's close, you heard?
****
Uh, I can't shake this shit
Happy than a MF
Voices
Shake, shake
I hear voices, it say, "I don't know how we found you"
How you here? You was selling nickel bags back in school
Is it true that you praved dude ain't pass ICU？
Was it you? Did you call the shots? Is all them rumors true?
Dark-ass room, I ain't get no sleep
Strugglin', hustlin', roamin' the street
I make a way for my family to eat, so I'd be weak if I leave on a tee
Come with drugs, I got dirty P
Fallin' in love ain't working for me
These hoes scrubs, I'm feedin' 'em meat
Puttin' dick in they guts at the Airbnb
Washing these blood stains out with bleach (Bleach)
RPG rounds on the side of my feet
(Feet)
Me and these voices, just them and me
Sayin', "I don't know why we gotta read''（Why we gotta read）
Reapin' and purgin', keep it a secret
Wish I could tell you what I done seen
Man, I don't know why I'm in these streets
****, why these voices keep ****ing with me?
Damn
****
Wish I could tell you
I don't know
Why I'm here
Wish I could tell you
Ayy, why they be playing like Fizzle won't kill them?
His brothers on side, but he strapped in the middle
Them dogs, the way, I should've been in the kennel
Old roguish young n**** worth like eight figures
You send 'em myself, then just get 'em delivered
These n**** pump-fakin', they talking to pillow
I ain't doing no fakin', I'm rolling with killers
You flexing, I'll take the flash out for that skrilla
Wanna clout chase? We layin' on n****
Tired, boy, lain't playing with n****
Hop out that bitch and free- band a n****
Need a handgun fan, we fanning n****
Trick 'em like pick up that can and he on location, that shit was fancy, killed him
Damn, these voices be scarin’ a n****
like a bitch out the West, he ain't got no filter
I don't know (I don't know what you want (What you want)
Or why you here (Or why you here), but can you go? (Go?)
I want P's (I want P's), leave me 'lone I cook beef (I cook beef) on the stove
Tell 'em, "Go", they call my phone (Phone)
Don't ask me 'bout it 'cause I don't know
Wish I could tell you