Turn me up, Slime
Oh, oh
Yeah
Let's go
I bled, it's red
With all these thoughts in my head
Anxiety killing me, going crazy in my head
Attachments on me just like dreads
With demons havin' red
Conversations
Red
Conversations
I'm a killer, don't provoke them
And I'm in your dream, like I'm Freddy
Yeah, what do you mean
You ain't got this, bro?
Homie, you see all your folks on the stove
Now you're richer, richer
Than you f*cking crow
Richer, richer, higher, higher
Than we f*cking dope
Yeah, we f*cking dope
Yeah, we f*cking hoes
With the team mad, smokin' big spliffs oh
I won't let go, of my old hoes
Got new clothes, new hoes
New goals, new goals
Hang out on the road
And then let them show
Jumping at the show
Vibing, vibing, you know how it goes
Oh, oh
Have a heartbreak
Still here though
Still here though
Still smoking though
Yeah
Hey
I'm high with the Percocets
I feel upset
Ain't nothing in my chest
Nothing in my chest
I'm getting higher, higher
Upset, upset
Yeah
Am I clever?
Yeah, since birth (woo)
Am I insecure?
Yeah, yeah, for sure
Cost me relationships
And now I'm hurt
I'm the greatest, greatest since Birth
Got the midas touch
Got the midas touch
Got my codeine cup, pour me a crush
Got my codeine cup, I'm for sure
For sure, for sure
I'm insecure since birth
Red conversation, since last night (woo)
I'mma ride and crash the whip got that Real pipe
Like Jesus
Take the wheel
I can't be alive, no more
Be alive no more
Bills at the door
Tryna flow
Tryna go
Tryna flow
Tryna roll
Yeah, I'm on the road
Oh, oh
I'm high
And the devil's standing
Right here on my side
Yeah, Burnin
Burnin
Yeah, I'm burnin
Burnin
All that freestyle shit, ain't no writtens
I'm fly like a pilot
Pilot
Flyer, flyer, flyer
Than your boyfriend
Road rage, dyin
Dark road I Pave, ain't no way out
After all, she was not a rider
Man that shit, give me shivers
Yeah, I know they don't care
That the drugs gon' hurt my soul
Gon' hurt-rt-rt, my soul
Red, conversations, red, red, red
Bled, bled, bled, in my head
Selfish, I'm gon' be selfish
Red conversations, with demons
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English
Turn me up, Slime
Oh, oh
Yeah
Let's go
I bled, it's red
With all these thoughts in my head
Anxiety killing me, going crazy in my head
Attachments on me just like dreads
With demons havin' red
Conversations
Red
Conversations
I'm a killer, don't provoke them
And I'm in your dream, like I'm Freddy
Yeah, what do you mean
You ain't got this, bro?
Homie, you see all your folks on the stove
Now you're richer, richer
Than you f*cking crow
Richer, richer, higher, higher
Than we f*cking dope
Yeah, we f*cking dope
Yeah, we f*cking hoes
With the team mad, smokin' big spliffs oh
I won't let go, of my old hoes
Got new clothes, new hoes
New goals, new goals
Hang out on the road
And then let them show
Jumping at the show
Vibing, vibing, you know how it goes
Oh, oh
Have a heartbreak
Still here though
Still here though
Still smoking though
Yeah
Hey
I'm high with the Percocets
I feel upset
Ain't nothing in my chest
Nothing in my chest
I'm getting higher, higher
Upset, upset
Yeah
Am I clever?
Yeah, since birth (woo)
Am I insecure?
Yeah, yeah, for sure
Cost me relationships
And now I'm hurt
I'm the greatest, greatest since Birth
Got the midas touch
Got the midas touch
Got my codeine cup, pour me a crush
Got my codeine cup, I'm for sure
For sure, for sure
I'm insecure since birth
Red conversation, since last night (woo)
I'mma ride and crash the whip got that Real pipe
Like Jesus
Take the wheel
I can't be alive, no more
Be alive no more
Bills at the door
Tryna flow
Tryna go
Tryna flow
Tryna roll
Yeah, I'm on the road
Oh, oh
I'm high
And the devil's standing
Right here on my side
Yeah, Burnin
Burnin
Yeah, I'm burnin
Burnin
All that freestyle shit, ain't no writtens
I'm fly like a pilot
Pilot
Flyer, flyer, flyer
Than your boyfriend
Road rage, dyin
Dark road I Pave, ain't no way out
After all, she was not a rider
Man that shit, give me shivers
Yeah, I know they don't care
That the drugs gon' hurt my soul
Gon' hurt-rt-rt, my soul
Red, conversations, red, red, red
Bled, bled, bled, in my head
Selfish, I'm gon' be selfish
Red conversations, with demons
Oh, oh
Yeah
Let's go
I bled, it's red
With all these thoughts in my head
Anxiety killing me, going crazy in my head
Attachments on me just like dreads
With demons havin' red
Conversations
Red
Conversations
I'm a killer, don't provoke them
And I'm in your dream, like I'm Freddy
Yeah, what do you mean
You ain't got this, bro?
Homie, you see all your folks on the stove
Now you're richer, richer
Than you f*cking crow
Richer, richer, higher, higher
Than we f*cking dope
Yeah, we f*cking dope
Yeah, we f*cking hoes
With the team mad, smokin' big spliffs oh
I won't let go, of my old hoes
Got new clothes, new hoes
New goals, new goals
Hang out on the road
And then let them show
Jumping at the show
Vibing, vibing, you know how it goes
Oh, oh
Have a heartbreak
Still here though
Still here though
Still smoking though
Yeah
Hey
I'm high with the Percocets
I feel upset
Ain't nothing in my chest
Nothing in my chest
I'm getting higher, higher
Upset, upset
Yeah
Am I clever?
Yeah, since birth (woo)
Am I insecure?
Yeah, yeah, for sure
Cost me relationships
And now I'm hurt
I'm the greatest, greatest since Birth
Got the midas touch
Got the midas touch
Got my codeine cup, pour me a crush
Got my codeine cup, I'm for sure
For sure, for sure
I'm insecure since birth
Red conversation, since last night (woo)
I'mma ride and crash the whip got that Real pipe
Like Jesus
Take the wheel
I can't be alive, no more
Be alive no more
Bills at the door
Tryna flow
Tryna go
Tryna flow
Tryna roll
Yeah, I'm on the road
Oh, oh
I'm high
And the devil's standing
Right here on my side
Yeah, Burnin
Burnin
Yeah, I'm burnin
Burnin
All that freestyle shit, ain't no writtens
I'm fly like a pilot
Pilot
Flyer, flyer, flyer
Than your boyfriend
Road rage, dyin
Dark road I Pave, ain't no way out
After all, she was not a rider
Man that shit, give me shivers
Yeah, I know they don't care
That the drugs gon' hurt my soul
Gon' hurt-rt-rt, my soul
Red, conversations, red, red, red
Bled, bled, bled, in my head
Selfish, I'm gon' be selfish
Red conversations, with demons
Writer: Nathan Baribeau
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