dead man walking

(álbum: dead man walking - 2017)

Swinging through the mother fucking guillotine
Few hoes in the back of a limousine
2 phones on my lap and some Hennesy
Cut me out of this life with one swing of the knife
Just please
You'll cut me out of your life with one swing of the knife
Cut me out of my life with one swing of the knife
Back to the old man talking
Dead man walking
Bad bitches stalking
When I hit the function
They flock like crows to a rotting corpse
Beat that pussy up, I show no remorse
Back home, all alone, what have I become?
Self-hate I perfect, what I've really done
Flat rate on my check
Hand prints on ya neck
Better watch ya lounge, hoe

I wasn't paid for this shit
Bitch I was made for this shit
Head on the floor
Drugs on the table
Hoes on my mind
Living a fable
That I could never write
Fuck this life

I wasn't paid for this shit
Bitch I was made for this shit
Head on the floor
Drugs on the table
Hoes on my mind
Living a fable
That I could never write
Yeah, fuck this life I'm living

Okay, Norma, I'll see you in my dreams
Not if I see you first