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Casket Video (MV)




Performed By: 728
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Collin Armstrong
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(Laughter)
She rock tommy just like me
Ain't no Tevas on her feet
Pop Balenciaga means
Flash Saint Valentine for screens
Almost tired of Supreme
Bezel fitted for the dream
Crash on choppas while dosing
Dolce wired for these feins
Five feet up, leave their casket six below
If you ain't blinkin', f*ck I'd care bout sticks and stones
Burnt the temples as I laughed and smoke billowed
(Haha)
Deep in the catacombs, I'd let that clip unload
Crystal glaze keep my mind up in a haze
And with that sweater-vest, I'll tear out every lace
Leave them amazed, simply shocked, provoking taste
Cut off my finger tips, and set myself ablaze
(Look)
Scorched the earth, fill the surface with my verse
And to diminish the last of what had come first
I reimburse, skewed nefarious since birth
Bit my umbilical and watched the blood disperse
Bit off my diaphragm to see what could feel worse
Set like a baby, turn you to a bitch, this curse
I'm not an actor, in my mind it was rehearsed
Lay out your casket as we slide it in a hearse
Pry back the linens and the lining off the shower curtain
You bark, no bite, so f*ck with me, I swear you'd best be certain
My eyes roll back, unnerving, slip into this black abyss
So in my tomb, replay my life, kick back and reminisce
Kick back, kick rocks you vermin, servin', swervin' off the lot
Your graveyard dug on out for rest, this is your final cot
Your neck, blood clots, aim down rifle like a dot
Ring out (Pop, Pop)
After death, you'd still get shot
Five feet up, leave their casket six below
If you ain't blinkin', f*ck I'd care bout sticks and stones
Burnt the temples as I laughed and smoke billowed
(Haha)
Deep in the catacombs, I'd let that clip unload
Crystal glaze keep my mind up in a haze
And with that sweater-vest, I'll tear out every lace
Leave them amazed, simply shocked, provoking taste
Cut off my fingerprints, and set myself ablaze
(Aye, aye)
Hear the pennies spinnin', she's a dime I'm built for winnin'
But at a quarter passed midnight, I hit the ghost John Lennon
Imagine all the people, nah bitch, think of all the sinnin'
I stand up tall while grinning, finish off my Armageddon
(Casket) x3
(Okay, okay, okay)
(Casket) x2
(Don't play, It's Yung28)
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English

(Laughter)
She rock tommy just like me
Ain't no Tevas on her feet
Pop Balenciaga means
Flash Saint Valentine for screens
Almost tired of Supreme
Bezel fitted for the dream
Crash on choppas while dosing
Dolce wired for these feins
Five feet up, leave their casket six below
If you ain't blinkin', f*ck I'd care bout sticks and stones
Burnt the temples as I laughed and smoke billowed
(Haha)
Deep in the catacombs, I'd let that clip unload
Crystal glaze keep my mind up in a haze
And with that sweater-vest, I'll tear out every lace
Leave them amazed, simply shocked, provoking taste
Cut off my finger tips, and set myself ablaze
(Look)
Scorched the earth, fill the surface with my verse
And to diminish the last of what had come first
I reimburse, skewed nefarious since birth
Bit my umbilical and watched the blood disperse
Bit off my diaphragm to see what could feel worse
Set like a baby, turn you to a bitch, this curse
I'm not an actor, in my mind it was rehearsed
Lay out your casket as we slide it in a hearse
Pry back the linens and the lining off the shower curtain
You bark, no bite, so f*ck with me, I swear you'd best be certain
My eyes roll back, unnerving, slip into this black abyss
So in my tomb, replay my life, kick back and reminisce
Kick back, kick rocks you vermin, servin', swervin' off the lot
Your graveyard dug on out for rest, this is your final cot
Your neck, blood clots, aim down rifle like a dot
Ring out (Pop, Pop)
After death, you'd still get shot
Five feet up, leave their casket six below
If you ain't blinkin', f*ck I'd care bout sticks and stones
Burnt the temples as I laughed and smoke billowed
(Haha)
Deep in the catacombs, I'd let that clip unload
Crystal glaze keep my mind up in a haze
And with that sweater-vest, I'll tear out every lace
Leave them amazed, simply shocked, provoking taste
Cut off my fingerprints, and set myself ablaze
(Aye, aye)
Hear the pennies spinnin', she's a dime I'm built for winnin'
But at a quarter passed midnight, I hit the ghost John Lennon
Imagine all the people, nah bitch, think of all the sinnin'
I stand up tall while grinning, finish off my Armageddon
(Casket) x3
(Okay, okay, okay)
(Casket) x2
(Don't play, It's Yung28)
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Writer: Collin Armstrong
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