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LIL PEEP & DEATH PLUS
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It's the king of the swamp (Hoo) Come out the mud with the bugs on my face And the muck in my lungs Tuck in my gun, keep it under my tongue When I open my mouth, get to duckin' and run Sucking me up, b*t*hes stuck on my nuts 'Cause I f**k 'em and bust on they face when I'm done Lucky for us, she gon' act like a sl*t I be makin' 'em sweat like they under the sun I keep a felony on me wherever I go when I don't got no strap (Nah) I keep my enemies close to me They not my homies, I know for a fact (Nah) I keep my Hennessy open I keep my b*t*h soaking like she in the bath (wrath) I keep the medicine rolling like f**k where you going I'm smoking a sack Looking like a flight risk, blood on the light switch Don't get too close or you might get sliced with the knife I grip in my right fist (Hoo) Catch me throwin' d**k at a white b*t*h Catch me gettin' lit like a light, b*t*h Big slits in my wrist, f**k life This don't mean sh*t to none of y'all listening Sip blood from the goat at my christening Ice float like a boat, see it glistening On my wrist, why I'm talkin' 'bout my wrist again? Lil Peep write songs for the mental men Get back to the seminar, Lebanon In my head, hear gunshots lettin' off Stone cross in the lows for the swamp moss When the sun go down, don't get lost When you see me with the mask (See me with the mask) Don't I look so good like that? I'm drinkin' my flask and gettin' some a** I roll into the scene and I slit my wrist I’m feeling like God (Feeling like God) Why do death be consumin’ this song? No mortality, no more sanity I'm flickin' the switch and I'm off of the wall And you seein' the signs, yeah (Yeah) I'm makin' these changes, makin' my places The blood is still rainin' (Yeah) Got the blood and the tears that's mixed up on my face But b*t*h, I'm still dangerous With my mask off feelin' like Kane, no shame And if y’all motherf**kers like me Don't give a f**k about you, get the f**k from my sight And I'ma slice my knife until death I'm seeing no light, every night I'm watchin' myself die I'm closing my eyes, I'd rather not cry The morning comes and I sit right by the pipe Got the rust on my whip, the blade on my hip I finish a blunt then dispose of the zip There's smoke in my lips, she sucked on the tip I'm making these b*t*hes no longer exist We the f**kin' killers from the garden Lost in the fog where the party sing songs like blegh Feelin' like a motherf**kin' God I'm running through my hood, still screaming “F**k God” like blegh We the f**kin' killers from the garden Lost in the fog where the party sing songs like blegh Feelin' like a motherf**kin' God I'm running through my hood, still screaming “F**k God” like blegh
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