Hollow points, trigger fingers on my f*ckin' four five
Hollow
Hollow
Hollow points
Hollow points, trigger fingers on my f*ckin' four five
Hollow
Hollow
Hollow points
Hollow points, at your head
Everybody guessin' that Desu dead
I'm fed up, but I keep my head up
Regret what you just said or you'll end up like the rest
(Uh)
Desu the Heathen is back, and he's creeping
Believing he's scheming to wake up his demons
He's screaming
Y'all fiending or dreaming
I count all this debt and I'm thinking of leaving
Ash on my pants with my head in my hands
A man with a plan to put fans in the stands
Feed my demands
See me go ham
Feed my Illusion a god not a man
Pop me a bottle to get me full throttle
I got me some models
They wearing my goggles
I'm not a roll model
But you still look up to a drugged up f*cker screaming with the guns up
All I ever get is the thumbs up
You a f*cking dung bug dumb f*ck
Better watch your mouth or you'll get f*cked up
But the
Ancient societies
Widened varieties
Higher the higher me
To light a fire, conspire to take down the tower
But Desu is louder than all of y'all doubters
Hollow points, trigger fingers on my f*ckin' four five
Hollow
Hollow
Hollow points
Triple nine til' I feel divine
Swallow like swine
Rip out your spine while intertwine my alchemical crime
Doing no time carving pentagrams on your forehead
While you lay alone in your bed
In the comfort of your own home, you'll be dead
No prosecutions when there's blood on your f*cking bed spread
(Ugh)
Triple nine til' i feel divine
Slip into a brand new paradigm
And snort me a line
Because I am refined
By the chemical composition in my mind
A demon on a mission but i am not blind
And my heart is what I'm missing
What's a god need for wishing
And I'm pissing on the graves of all your false prophets
Hidden keys up in lockets
Drive the out your eyes sockets
All that talking please stop its
That's my circle sprocket
Gotta cock it, so that I can
(Bang)
Triple nine til' I feel divine
Tripping on Lucy
Who's he
Walking away with the dime
In my 69' with my rose gold centerfold
All these stories untold
And my RAM, gotta re-code
Dropping tabs while I upload
That's a large load to carry
While I'm drawing circles round your unmarked grave
Even with alchemy you're something that I can't save
Desu the Heathen - Triple Nine (feat. Lucy) Lyrics
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Hollow points, trigger fingers on my f*ckin' four five
Hollow
Hollow
Hollow points
Hollow points, trigger fingers on my f*ckin' four five
Hollow
Hollow
Hollow points
Hollow points, at your head
Everybody guessin' that Desu dead
I'm fed up, but I keep my head up
Regret what you just said or you'll end up like the rest
(Uh)
Desu the Heathen is back, and he's creeping
Believing he's scheming to wake up his demons
He's screaming
Y'all fiending or dreaming
I count all this debt and I'm thinking of leaving
Ash on my pants with my head in my hands
A man with a plan to put fans in the stands
Feed my demands
See me go ham
Feed my Illusion a god not a man
Pop me a bottle to get me full throttle
I got me some models
They wearing my goggles
I'm not a roll model
But you still look up to a drugged up f*cker screaming with the guns up
All I ever get is the thumbs up
You a f*cking dung bug dumb f*ck
Better watch your mouth or you'll get f*cked up
But the
Ancient societies
Widened varieties
Higher the higher me
To light a fire, conspire to take down the tower
But Desu is louder than all of y'all doubters
Hollow points, trigger fingers on my f*ckin' four five
Hollow
Hollow
Hollow points
Triple nine til' I feel divine
Swallow like swine
Rip out your spine while intertwine my alchemical crime
Doing no time carving pentagrams on your forehead
While you lay alone in your bed
In the comfort of your own home, you'll be dead
No prosecutions when there's blood on your f*cking bed spread
(Ugh)
Triple nine til' i feel divine
Slip into a brand new paradigm
And snort me a line
Because I am refined
By the chemical composition in my mind
A demon on a mission but i am not blind
And my heart is what I'm missing
What's a god need for wishing
And I'm pissing on the graves of all your false prophets
Hidden keys up in lockets
Drive the out your eyes sockets
All that talking please stop its
That's my circle sprocket
Gotta cock it, so that I can
(Bang)
Triple nine til' I feel divine
Tripping on Lucy
Who's he
Walking away with the dime
In my 69' with my rose gold centerfold
All these stories untold
And my RAM, gotta re-code
Dropping tabs while I upload
That's a large load to carry
While I'm drawing circles round your unmarked grave
Even with alchemy you're something that I can't save
Hollow
Hollow
Hollow points
Hollow points, trigger fingers on my f*ckin' four five
Hollow
Hollow
Hollow points
Hollow points, at your head
Everybody guessin' that Desu dead
I'm fed up, but I keep my head up
Regret what you just said or you'll end up like the rest
(Uh)
Desu the Heathen is back, and he's creeping
Believing he's scheming to wake up his demons
He's screaming
Y'all fiending or dreaming
I count all this debt and I'm thinking of leaving
Ash on my pants with my head in my hands
A man with a plan to put fans in the stands
Feed my demands
See me go ham
Feed my Illusion a god not a man
Pop me a bottle to get me full throttle
I got me some models
They wearing my goggles
I'm not a roll model
But you still look up to a drugged up f*cker screaming with the guns up
All I ever get is the thumbs up
You a f*cking dung bug dumb f*ck
Better watch your mouth or you'll get f*cked up
But the
Ancient societies
Widened varieties
Higher the higher me
To light a fire, conspire to take down the tower
But Desu is louder than all of y'all doubters
Hollow points, trigger fingers on my f*ckin' four five
Hollow
Hollow
Hollow points
Triple nine til' I feel divine
Swallow like swine
Rip out your spine while intertwine my alchemical crime
Doing no time carving pentagrams on your forehead
While you lay alone in your bed
In the comfort of your own home, you'll be dead
No prosecutions when there's blood on your f*cking bed spread
(Ugh)
Triple nine til' i feel divine
Slip into a brand new paradigm
And snort me a line
Because I am refined
By the chemical composition in my mind
A demon on a mission but i am not blind
And my heart is what I'm missing
What's a god need for wishing
And I'm pissing on the graves of all your false prophets
Hidden keys up in lockets
Drive the out your eyes sockets
All that talking please stop its
That's my circle sprocket
Gotta cock it, so that I can
(Bang)
Triple nine til' I feel divine
Tripping on Lucy
Who's he
Walking away with the dime
In my 69' with my rose gold centerfold
All these stories untold
And my RAM, gotta re-code
Dropping tabs while I upload
That's a large load to carry
While I'm drawing circles round your unmarked grave
Even with alchemy you're something that I can't save
Writer: Bryce Mitchell, Conner Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid