blood, seeping to the cloth Video (MV)

Taking it slow, cause I suffer
Call me the thirteenth deciple
I be an idol, but I can't decide
Fighting inside of my mind
I'm taking it all, letting you die
Bitches are calling me up, but I fly
The further I go, the bigger the height
The bigger the fall
Calling me the rap pastor
None of these bitches a catch, but I catch them
Making a swift move, I don't a f*ck
Go choke on a dick, digging your tomb
Thinking I found myself, on god
Hanging on St. Peter's cross
Watching the ghost, yah
Watching the ghost
Holler up under my neck
Follow the bag
Sniffing the gold, far fetched
Blood, seeping to the cloth
Blood, seeping to the cloth
Watching the ghost
Holler up under my neck
Follow the bag
Sniffing the gold, far fetched
Blood, seeping to the cloth
Blood, seeping to the cloth
Leaving that bitch for the better
She leaving her scent on my sweater
She must be the reason, I can't go on
Thinking I might be wrong
Maybe I'm speaking in tounges
Maybe I f*cked it all up
I better be sick in my skull
Pain go numb
Breaking my bones
Licking the blood off the floor
Watching the ghost, yah
Speaking to me
Giving a f*ck what you say
Maybe the demon f*cking your brain
What has been done cannot erase
Speaking to me
Giving a f*ck what you say
Speaking to me
Giving a f*ck what you say
Watching the ghost
Holler up under my neck
Follow the bag
Sniffing the gold, far fetched
Blood, seeping to the cloth
Blood, seeping to the cloth
Watching the ghost
Holler up under my neck
Follow the bag
Sniffing the gold, far fetched
Blood, seeping to the cloth
Blood, seeping to the cloth