Paroles Bleed par Ouija Macc

- Make you humble

How you gonna disrespect me when your hanging from my testes
Waiting for the sun to be setting
Turns out this curse is a blessing
Weather came like Summer, Spring you got blood on my mood ring
Ain’t nothing wrong with a little bit of blood letting
In fact it can be rather soothing
For you it’s upsetting but for me when you bleed Ooooh I find it moving
Definitely see it pouring
It starts to puddle up and leaving stains up on your floor
I don’t clean it up because to me the sh*t is boring
I love to leave a mess so forensics can be exploring
You might say that’s leaving evidence to me I tell a story
If they gonna catch me they’d be late I’d be straight mixing blood in a 40
This that wicked sh*t brass monkey see that splattered on your television screen follow that
Rabbit junkie and in the event I’m looking past something
See through everything no one understands what the f**k I mean
(?)
Nothing is what it seems
Don’t nobody hears the screams
Nobody hears the scream Police ain’t arrived on the scene
And I’ve already fled the scene
When I say I wanna see you bleed I really wanna see you bleed
When I say I wanna see your blood know I say that out of love

I wanna see you bleed
I wanna see you bleed
I wanna see you bleed
I really wanna see you bleed
I wanna see you bleed
I wanna see you bleed
I wanna see you bleed
I really wanna see you bleed
I wanna see you bleed
I wanna see you bleed
I wanna see you bleed
I really wanna see you bleed

Woah slow down we slow
Get low for a cemetery woah
Woah slow down we slow
b*t*hes get low for a cemetery low
Creep, Hell nah I can’t sleep
I just wanna see you bleed, see you bleed
Do I get that guala? - Yes Indeed
Guess that sh*t come with the family tree (huh) (Ay)
I’m just blazing on the family tree (huh)
Look at you bleeding all over me (huh)
b*t*h you a fuccin’ catastrophe (huh)
Ima get you clean and pay the fee (huh)
Cause I ain’t got time for that sweet sweet sweet sh*t
I ain’t got time for that wrap you in the sheet sh*t
All I got time for is money lemme see the sh*t
Bring that sh*t to me, count it up, pass it to me
Ouija went and done it blue strips on the hundreds
Rubber bands on the money
Run it up give it to me (huh)
Ouija went and done it ain’t nobody running
What it is boy you know it should’ve seen that boy coming (hol up)
I just wanna see you bleed, see you bleed
Run up in your house sign over the deed
Everything you got
Give that sh*t to me (huh)
Gotta make sure all the wasteland warriors eat (huh)