Know we bumping triple six
Fucking on a bitch
Tie me to my crucifix
Riding through the sticks
Lost inside of my abyss
Make a fucking wish
When I make a couple slits on my fucking wrist
Coming from the 207, not in heaven
I'm just an intoxicated motherfucking addict
Pop six pills do the fucking mathematics
Every single memory is fucking post-traumatic
Every single memory is fucking post-traumatic
I'm the fucking reaper
When I take your fucking life
I think I got demons
If not Satan deep inside
Wanna see their life leave their motherfucking eyes
Wanna see their life leave their motherfucking eyes
Wanna see their life their motherfucking eyes
Pull up with the 5 percent tint on my ride
Disassociation socially awkward suicide
I got blood on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I commit a fucking crime
I got bitches doing lines
And I'm in my fucking prime
Got no one that's by my side
On my mind is suicide
Cuz I wanna fucking die
Know we bumping triple six
Know we
Know we
Know we
Know we bumping triple six
Know we
Know we
Know we
Know we bumping triple six
Know we
Know we
Know we
Know we bumping triple six
Know we bumping triple six
Fucking on a bitch
Tie me to my crucifix
Riding through the sticks
Lost inside of my abyss
Make a fucking wish
When I make a couple slits on my fucking wrist
Coming from the 207, not in heaven
I'm just an intoxicated motherfucking addict
Pop six pills do the fucking mathematics
Every single memory is fucking post-traumatic