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Steven Moses

REAPER // POST POST MORTEM.....

 

REAPER // POST POST MORTEM.....


Look I heard the, Reaper say that, "Soon I'm leaving"
Ketamine in my blood stream and my fucking semen
Knuckle up if you buck up
Or get left in the cement
Wake me the fuck up from this fucking dream

I picture suicide like a pretty painting on the wall
And she dancing by it
I'm a cancer baby girl and you my ultraviolet
And I don't know what's gon' happen just know that we'll survive it
These some boys "be [?] "
You can Tell by the eyelids
You can tell I'm the highest
And you can tell when I'm high cause I'll tell you I'm high and
If I say that I love you
I'm probably lying
I'm not even human like I'm probably a lion
Or an alien creature
I hate all the preaching
Tune it out then cut em out
Cause them fuckers was leeching
Like Mommy I'm geeking
Insomnia sucks
Flip molly for bucks
Sober drink coffee a bunch
Hoe what you got in that trunk!?
Hit a lick now I'm cheesing
Brothers gone I ain't grieving
I ain't know how to grieve shit
Always saying I won't leave and then I be steady leaving
Connect it to my head
The Beretta I squeeze it

(I'm in the post post, post post, post post
Post post post
I'm just tryna get my mind right
At the same time tryna make sure all this
At the same time I was fucking geeking
Fucking, fucking)

Look listen I'm in the post post mortem [?]
Ralph Lauren Plaid, sure
(Are you sure?)
I'm sure
Said it's war if you want (war)

Look, look I'm just tryna get my mind right (right)
At the same time tryna' make sure all the creases tucked even
Grandpa gone, fucking tweaking all weekend
Coughing, nodding off that Philip Seymour Hoffman
Obnoxious, make them call the cops shit
Wok flip, anything to get a fucking buck, knuckle up

Fuck everybody I just love my gun
And when it goes bang bang I love watching 'em run
I do this shit for fun, woah
I do this shit for fun, for real
Like, fuck everybody I just love my gun
And when it goes bang bang I love watching 'em run
I do this shit for fun
Like this is what I do for fun, bitch (Yuh)
Might put a gun to my head and blow my brain (Blaw)
Just to show you that I'm insane (I'm insane)
Said I do this like everyday (everyday)

I do this shit like everyday (every fucking day)
Wait hold up I spit boneless rip torsos
Percs from the fucking ortho
For sure though, uhm
I'm off a nono that's not a norco
Greg Lauren, good Polo
Dressed like I'm poor though
Nodding off 4 seconds 'fore I take a fucking photo
In love I'm still fucking with hoes though
Might cop a boat float
Young, but I'm grown flow

The amount I smoke probably fucking with the Ozone layer
I smoke big blunts and I just don't care
And I do smoke 1's, and I stilll got flavors if you need it
Kush what I need smoke good and its free
Give a fuck about a thing, bitch
Fuck it

(BOOM
That's enough right?)

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