I don't know if you're listening
Lord knows what I wanna do
Lord knows what I wanna do
There's something I really wanna Do
And it's gonna be
Good
Lord knows what I wanna do
Lord knows what I wanna do
Mother may I thrive off the pain
Learned to love my bruises
Separating all my veins
Jump into the pits till niggas Stomping out my brains
Call it what you want
F*ck I hope I'm still sane
At 13
A nigga slit his finger tips
Testing limits growing up
I guess I thought the pain was a Gift
Started craving the abuse
Well what the f*ck am I to do
Am I to settle in my fate
With nightmares of N8
Shadow lingers and it's fine
I utter back to my reflection
For some peace of mind
Would ya look at the time
We are
Running late
Down the rabbit hole we go
With no sense of hope
Bones left unexposed
Till they decay to the cancer
And I ain't asking Gawd for the Answers
This all began with man
So if I ever catch you slippin
Then you're answering
To the shotty
Call her Courtney
Then it's all love again
I'll play a sad song on a tiny Violin
I'm painting all sorts of violet With some violence
Catch it all through the eyes
Of a camera lens
Dancin on your grave because I'm petty and
Revenge is a drug that I just can't have again
So Ima take what I can
Light a fire on your coffin
Hope you feel it in death
I'll probably think about this shit Drawing my last breath
And when I see you in hell
Just know I'm coming again
With razor blades and some Lemon juice
Playin operation
You gone beg for the noose
While I sip gin and juice
Forgive me GG
For the fun I'm about to abuse
But it's been long overdue
If I could tell you the truth
These niggas asking for the juice
But not smoke
Mother F*cker this is not a joke
Never took a life
But you I could dispose of
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English
I don't know if you're listening
Lord knows what I wanna do
Lord knows what I wanna do
There's something I really wanna Do
And it's gonna be
Good
Lord knows what I wanna do
Lord knows what I wanna do
Mother may I thrive off the pain
Learned to love my bruises
Separating all my veins
Jump into the pits till niggas Stomping out my brains
Call it what you want
F*ck I hope I'm still sane
At 13
A nigga slit his finger tips
Testing limits growing up
I guess I thought the pain was a Gift
Started craving the abuse
Well what the f*ck am I to do
Am I to settle in my fate
With nightmares of N8
Shadow lingers and it's fine
I utter back to my reflection
For some peace of mind
Would ya look at the time
We are
Running late
Down the rabbit hole we go
With no sense of hope
Bones left unexposed
Till they decay to the cancer
And I ain't asking Gawd for the Answers
This all began with man
So if I ever catch you slippin
Then you're answering
To the shotty
Call her Courtney
Then it's all love again
I'll play a sad song on a tiny Violin
I'm painting all sorts of violet With some violence
Catch it all through the eyes
Of a camera lens
Dancin on your grave because I'm petty and
Revenge is a drug that I just can't have again
So Ima take what I can
Light a fire on your coffin
Hope you feel it in death
I'll probably think about this shit Drawing my last breath
And when I see you in hell
Just know I'm coming again
With razor blades and some Lemon juice
Playin operation
You gone beg for the noose
While I sip gin and juice
Forgive me GG
For the fun I'm about to abuse
But it's been long overdue
If I could tell you the truth
These niggas asking for the juice
But not smoke
Mother F*cker this is not a joke
Never took a life
But you I could dispose of
Lord knows what I wanna do
Lord knows what I wanna do
There's something I really wanna Do
And it's gonna be
Good
Lord knows what I wanna do
Lord knows what I wanna do
Mother may I thrive off the pain
Learned to love my bruises
Separating all my veins
Jump into the pits till niggas Stomping out my brains
Call it what you want
F*ck I hope I'm still sane
At 13
A nigga slit his finger tips
Testing limits growing up
I guess I thought the pain was a Gift
Started craving the abuse
Well what the f*ck am I to do
Am I to settle in my fate
With nightmares of N8
Shadow lingers and it's fine
I utter back to my reflection
For some peace of mind
Would ya look at the time
We are
Running late
Down the rabbit hole we go
With no sense of hope
Bones left unexposed
Till they decay to the cancer
And I ain't asking Gawd for the Answers
This all began with man
So if I ever catch you slippin
Then you're answering
To the shotty
Call her Courtney
Then it's all love again
I'll play a sad song on a tiny Violin
I'm painting all sorts of violet With some violence
Catch it all through the eyes
Of a camera lens
Dancin on your grave because I'm petty and
Revenge is a drug that I just can't have again
So Ima take what I can
Light a fire on your coffin
Hope you feel it in death
I'll probably think about this shit Drawing my last breath
And when I see you in hell
Just know I'm coming again
With razor blades and some Lemon juice
Playin operation
You gone beg for the noose
While I sip gin and juice
Forgive me GG
For the fun I'm about to abuse
But it's been long overdue
If I could tell you the truth
These niggas asking for the juice
But not smoke
Mother F*cker this is not a joke
Never took a life
But you I could dispose of
Writer: Christopher Mora
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