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Rejjie Snow

Room 27

 

Room 27

(album: Dear Annie - 2018)


Always on my old like hahahaha
Jump to the ledge like hahahaha
Jumping to the sky like hahahaha
I might do it like hahahaha
My funeral with twenty seven people like ha
Always on my own I'm like hahahaha
Jumping to the sky like hahahaha
I'm like hahahaha

Have no friends and twenty seven
By myself and twenty seven
All alone at twenty seven
Found her body and twenty seven
Please pray for me (twenty seven)
Have no friends and twenty seven
By myself at twenty seven
All alone and twenty seven

Yo check this
Might kill me a nigga like pow pow pow pow
Put the gun up in his mouth like nigga I don't give a ****
Still I'm chasing demons best believe I ain't been eating
Best believe I see my shadow chicken on me like I'm Jesus
But jeez Louise this paranoia haunting me like erryday
Hotel food is Skyping you
I love it when you lingerie
Hotel rooms, hotel rooms crying bout this fucking feud
Candle burning candle burning, inkwell for my favourite do
I fucking hate your guts
Look what you've become its nuts
Now its down down down down all the way to hell and up
Up is the where you tread and life is sacrament to atheist
Treat you morals my withdrawals
Heroin and pissy cups
Uncles he no longer has
No gardens no looking back
Nobody to call his own
Phone be ringing always off
(Hello?) (hello?)
I don't even trust myself
Feel I just don't belong
Feel like fucking flying
Wish you understand my fucking thoughts
Confidence is terminated hatred in my fucking bones
Hatred fucking skinny naked fame I hope you fucking choke
Into my homicidal court cases and algebra
I was doing licks and getting money but this passion was
Me and my microphone in my room was twenty seven like the club
Dead kids, too short, life gone, mad drugs
Suicide genocide responsibility for us
Responsibility for us
Look inside the mirror looking venom but they paying us
I guess I'm fucking famous doing Versace and Adda now
Twenty seven like the club twenty seven different drugs
I be going back to black stairway up to heaven bruh
(Twenty seven, twenty seven)
(Twenty seven)

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