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Lil Peep

SagginMyPants

 

SagginMyPants

(альбом: Garden - 2015)


[DEATH+:]
Spirits coming after me
I'm 'bout to start a tragedy
A murderous inferno
Strike the matches and I grab the keys
I head up to the palace
Cop a backwoods like normality
But everybody knows that I'm a fucking abnormality
That goes to say
The no-name flow with the pain in the brain
Dancing inside of my grave with the ocean spray
Laugh when the bodies dump out of the trunk
Grab the pump, put it up
Shoot it to God like I don't give a fuck
Killer for life
Just a kid with a knife
Figure it's right
[?]
It's the cycle of life
I'm psycho, all right
Come out of the night
Finding my victims
And then, with a whisper
My blade, it be shining like ice
And I been straight from the cold
Now I been making that dough
[?]
Breaking the prophet
The one that you ain't never know
And I stay in the snow with the blade in my coat
[?]
Hoe

Everybody think I'm insane, though
Put the bullets in my head until the rain comes
[?] that idea, yeah
That I still making them pesos
Next in line where the sinners all go
Down to hell where the fiends all roll up
Sitting next to Satan, counting up bank rolls
I'm relaxing on my throne
Fucking with some skank hoes

[Lil Peep:]
I've been letting my hair grow, your parents know
I'm the bad boy, I'm a scarecrow
I'm sagging my pants, let the brand show
These damn hoes scheming
Got the brand on my hand, hoe
I come from the land where the xans go
Quicker than the coke
Raise your hands if you can't cope
With the damn cold, seven feet of snow
Whatchu need we got it, bleeding for deposits
Just bag it up and then you flip it for a sizable profit
The cops is on my dick, I'm bout to get this shit popping
I'm dropping out this bitch and making money off of my music
Now it's one year later, still broke, still stupid
Still smoke my tooka, rest in peace Martin Luther
But Freddy Kruger all I'm dreaming 'bout
I can't see my future
I can't see my feet, this shit gets darker when it's deep
But I can breathe underwater, ask your daughter
I'm a freak, Peep

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