Damn, we fam but in my face throwing some low blows
Me and my fam segregated like this is Jim Crow
I got a pistol, send some shots right through your window
Horns are growing out my head, shoutout my kinfolk
My brothers dead in the ground
Can you hold me up, hold me down?
Kill 'em all, own the crown
Mass shooting, shoot the crowd
Tears are falling, falling down
Make 'em scream, better be loud
Pistol got a switch and the pistol shooting missiles
Nobody gon' miss you, momma need some tissues
Schizophrenic issues, write a pad and pen
I'm in Neverland, Peter Pan
Wait, can you say it again?
I got horns on my head like Satan
People think I'm wearing a wig
My anger issues bad 'cause my ego really big
Bitch, I'll burn your f*cking shit, lighter quick like light a Bic
I've been working on my kicks, bitch, I'll hit you with a stick
You should get used to the frozen and cold
'Cause one day everybody gon' gone
She drowns her feelings with Patron
I got no feelings, cuts on my arm
But I should've been dead, that I know
F*ck you, bitch, so her saying that don't hurt, sticks and stones
They be copying, they clones
If I'm evil, I'm the only one who knows
I feel deadly, I got demons in my soul
Notice that sometimes I fill 'em up with sorrow
I'm tryna be a better man, I'll do it tomorrow
So many skeletons in my closet I can't forget
Damn, we fam but in my face throwing some low blows
Me and my fam segregated like this is Jim Crow
I got a pistol, send some shots right through your window
Horns are growing out my head, shoutout my kinfolk
My brothers dead in the ground
Can you hold me up, hold me down?
Kill 'em all, own the crown
Mass shooting, shoot the crowd
Tears are falling, falling down
Make 'em scream, better be loud
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Damn, we fam but in my face throwing some low blows
Me and my fam segregated like this is Jim Crow
I got a pistol, send some shots right through your window
Horns are growing out my head, shoutout my kinfolk
My brothers dead in the ground
Can you hold me up, hold me down?
Kill 'em all, own the crown
Mass shooting, shoot the crowd
Tears are falling, falling down
Make 'em scream, better be loud
Pistol got a switch and the pistol shooting missiles
Nobody gon' miss you, momma need some tissues
Schizophrenic issues, write a pad and pen
I'm in Neverland, Peter Pan
Wait, can you say it again?
I got horns on my head like Satan
People think I'm wearing a wig
My anger issues bad 'cause my ego really big
Bitch, I'll burn your f*cking shit, lighter quick like light a Bic
I've been working on my kicks, bitch, I'll hit you with a stick
You should get used to the frozen and cold
'Cause one day everybody gon' gone
She drowns her feelings with Patron
I got no feelings, cuts on my arm
But I should've been dead, that I know
F*ck you, bitch, so her saying that don't hurt, sticks and stones
They be copying, they clones
If I'm evil, I'm the only one who knows
I feel deadly, I got demons in my soul
Notice that sometimes I fill 'em up with sorrow
I'm tryna be a better man, I'll do it tomorrow
So many skeletons in my closet I can't forget
Damn, we fam but in my face throwing some low blows
Me and my fam segregated like this is Jim Crow
I got a pistol, send some shots right through your window
Horns are growing out my head, shoutout my kinfolk
My brothers dead in the ground
Can you hold me up, hold me down?
Kill 'em all, own the crown
Mass shooting, shoot the crowd
Tears are falling, falling down
Make 'em scream, better be loud
Me and my fam segregated like this is Jim Crow
I got a pistol, send some shots right through your window
Horns are growing out my head, shoutout my kinfolk
My brothers dead in the ground
Can you hold me up, hold me down?
Kill 'em all, own the crown
Mass shooting, shoot the crowd
Tears are falling, falling down
Make 'em scream, better be loud
Pistol got a switch and the pistol shooting missiles
Nobody gon' miss you, momma need some tissues
Schizophrenic issues, write a pad and pen
I'm in Neverland, Peter Pan
Wait, can you say it again?
I got horns on my head like Satan
People think I'm wearing a wig
My anger issues bad 'cause my ego really big
Bitch, I'll burn your f*cking shit, lighter quick like light a Bic
I've been working on my kicks, bitch, I'll hit you with a stick
You should get used to the frozen and cold
'Cause one day everybody gon' gone
She drowns her feelings with Patron
I got no feelings, cuts on my arm
But I should've been dead, that I know
F*ck you, bitch, so her saying that don't hurt, sticks and stones
They be copying, they clones
If I'm evil, I'm the only one who knows
I feel deadly, I got demons in my soul
Notice that sometimes I fill 'em up with sorrow
I'm tryna be a better man, I'll do it tomorrow
So many skeletons in my closet I can't forget
Damn, we fam but in my face throwing some low blows
Me and my fam segregated like this is Jim Crow
I got a pistol, send some shots right through your window
Horns are growing out my head, shoutout my kinfolk
My brothers dead in the ground
Can you hold me up, hold me down?
Kill 'em all, own the crown
Mass shooting, shoot the crowd
Tears are falling, falling down
Make 'em scream, better be loud
Writer: snorkatje, BenDreary
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC