CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : AND SO IT GOES...
Wake up every morning with a f**king death wish
Coffins on my matress, funeral on top of list
Hanging in the gutter eating b***er with a bread
Always hanging in the grime, mental crimes when I stare
Lil Cash of the century I always dress in black
Waiting on the time to go bye, now I'm dead
Tell you that I rather had just f**king stayed in bed (f**k)
Since I came out no mistake, I'll make 'em all regret (ugh)
Need no money bunny honey, I dont even care
Got a drip full of sip, drinking it slowly to feel the hit
Lil whiskey for a drink invitе you, would you make it there
Bad sidеb*t*h, know that I ain't no affair
This that real life drama even Palma couldn't dare
Know that too much f**king losses do some damage to the head
Lighting blunt after blunt, is that real living dead
Ice cold, all froze, wavy road off a doze.. uh..
I call up sicko schizophrenic smartie young John Nash
I'm just rolling on my own, why three shadows by my left
Even though I solve my problems using just a little math (e)
Add it to the morning coffee spill like half and give a laugh
Pull up in a ride ain't maseratti on this b*t*h
Cheap motherf**ker swanging like I give a sh*t
Gas always filled case I wanna make a trip
To the last real drip, f**k a hoe then I slit throat
Coffins on my matress, funeral on top of list
Hanging in the gutter eating b***er with a bread
Always hanging in the grime, mental crimes when I stare
Lil Cash of the century I always dress in black
Waiting on the time to go bye, now I'm dead
Tell you that I rather had just f**king stayed in bed (f**k)
Since I came out no mistake, I'll make 'em all regret (ugh)
Need no money bunny honey, I dont even care
Got a drip full of sip, drinking it slowly to feel the hit
Lil whiskey for a drink invitе you, would you make it there
Bad sidеb*t*h, know that I ain't no affair
This that real life drama even Palma couldn't dare
Know that too much f**king losses do some damage to the head
Lighting blunt after blunt, is that real living dead
Ice cold, all froze, wavy road off a doze.. uh..
I call up sicko schizophrenic smartie young John Nash
I'm just rolling on my own, why three shadows by my left
Even though I solve my problems using just a little math (e)
Add it to the morning coffee spill like half and give a laugh
Pull up in a ride ain't maseratti on this b*t*h
Cheap motherf**ker swanging like I give a sh*t
Gas always filled case I wanna make a trip
To the last real drip, f**k a hoe then I slit throat
