歌词
作词 : zenexonly
作曲 : zenexonly
编曲 : zenexonly
(zzz-zenex)
Fell from heaven grace in seven days like Lucifer
We been arguing, shooting bullets at the Cartier
It’s an elephant in the room, faces playing poker
Fell in love with toxic pain, passive lover
When I die
Who’s to blame
I’m not in hell, but all I see is flames
I’m still me in this game
But we are not the same
Girl, she just left me at 3AM
Goyard on the floor, I pissed in it
Codeine on the floor, I sip in it
Codeine on the floor, I sip in it
Sipping lean
I won’t sink
I’m seeking sin
Burning rain
I fuked up my shit
Hunrod rings
I can't have no shit, nor relationships
Shawty naked on the floor like a fuking relic
I’m on XO Hennessy, I’m on Molly
I’m at the drugstore, why the night so shiny
Spend a hunnid thousand on Vetement, I’m not popping Vitamin
Lay ur ass down, watch some TV
I’m a fuking punk, poke a hole on the Teli
I’m a cowboy, put some dope in my Shelby
Got .45 in my bag, you should die with me
Homicide in my dream, I hallucinate
Popped my lil pill and it’s kicking in
Asked my lil bro to kick her out
Fell from heaven grace in seven days like Lucifer
We been arguing, shooting bullets at the Cartier
It’s an elephant in the room, faces playing poker
Fell in love with toxic pain, passive lover
When I die
Who’s to blame
I’m not in hell, but all I see is flames
I’m still me in this game
But we are not the same
Wings on me I glide
I got a semi-automatic (okay)
Codeine in my cup it’s in my veins, shit feels so nice
She got a Valentino dress the way she do that shit so nice (yeah, yeah)
All she brings is lust got that serpentine entice
(Yeah, uh-huh)
I’m still poppin’ shit up, I’m with Alice (go, go)
The way she did those drugs like Mia Wallace (yeah)
Carve a scar up on me, you can smell the fragrances
Building up some Karma just for balance
Look for the key for the question, yeah
Beauty is a beast that’s my fashion, yeah
(Hah) Johnny shit (hah, hah, go)
Balenciaga bag I just carry lil boy body around
Yeah, I pop the tag, Hunrod rings use em crushing rocks
You can’t tell me shit, tell me what the fuk did I got wrong
They can’t tell me shit, I’m on sky level lit
I got a spike head bitch, she gon slash whatever slvt she want
1017 my pants and my ho, and that jacket comes from Rick Owens
If I pull up to ur house, pvssy ass kids you better start running (better start runnning)
Better start running, (huh, huh, huh. huh)
I gotta cut off that bich
I aint fuk with no snitch
I got it thrown in a pit
They think they can control me but they really are the puppet
I’m not talking to nobody cross me, turn that shit to a bakery
I been doing that a long time, tell that ho get off my d
Can’t do no shop, can’t do Molly, Dover Street Market
I’m the Punk Picasso bitch this shit ain’t no Larry Clark
I shoot the kids dead, I shoot the corpse with a Kodak
(Fell from heaven grace)
Fell from heaven grace in seven days like Lucifer
We been arguing, shooting bullets at the Cartier
It’s an elephant in the room, faces playing poker
Fell in love with toxic pain, passive lover
When I die
Who’s to blame
I’m not in hell, but all I see is flames
I’m still me in this game
But we are not the same
(Ever since you left me I got blood lust)
(Addicted to the shit I got money murder love)
(My Rick Owens white, 458 she thinks I’m Pegasus)
Molly Esctacy my hex feel like Bark Psychosis