M.O.G - Percs Overdose Lyrics

Billionstars
Friend, friend with the devil
Bands, xans, in my duffle bag (cash, cash)
And my money, having a cuddle
With Marc Cuban
I can't comprehend
Someone holdin' my hand
I can't comprehend
Someone holdin' my hand
Leave me, leave me bleed
I'm poppin' Molly and Leave
My voice sounds terrible
Voice crackin, can't feel my throat
I feel dead, of a overdose
Maybe it's the percs, making me cold
My voice sounds terrible
Voice crackin, can't feel my throat
I feel dead, of a overdose
Maybe it's the percs, making me cold
It's cold, but I'm sweatin
What the f*ck is happenin?
Ay Satan, I didn't saw you
Standing there
In my ears, Satan tellin' me
I'll be swimming
Lyrics are too sad, my bad
It's all the poison, I got attached with
I'm tired of heartbreaks
She broke my heart, so reckless
Now I'm cryin' again, again
Watch my love blow, blow in the wind
Not surprised, I seen it comin
I, I, I seen it comin
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cryin
Percs overdose, of a percs overdose