But I rather get buried
In front of the gold plate
Engraved
The wrist that shaved
I Cover up my tracks
And making sure there's nothing paved
She wanna save something that can't be saved
She gettin' tired
Of decisions that I made
I know
I got Mouth full of gold
I'm hoping you don't fold
And hit the road
The blunt we rolled
The bag of weed we sold
And now you switching up?
Missing something never told
You Hearing out my name it getting old?
Mane you Paying up the shit you owe
Grass garden with uh' fountain
Money flowin' I can't get to counting
Where is my accountant
What's the point of the living if all we do is just die?
We Robbin' up the plug for his supply
She know I'm high
She know I'm just trying get by
Leave me in swamp and decompose
And burn my clothes
The 45 it blows
Ain't aiming low
You better pray
Graves covered up with moss
I can't be f*cking with these hoes no more
Ever since you left shit ain't been right
Sirens howlin' through the night
And Thinking bout' the shit you did it got me tight
And Contemplating leaving up your side
And hoping that we take your life
My tears already dried
And let the tide unwind
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But I rather get buried
In front of the gold plate
Engraved
The wrist that shaved
I Cover up my tracks
And making sure there's nothing paved
She wanna save something that can't be saved
She gettin' tired
Of decisions that I made
I know
I got Mouth full of gold
I'm hoping you don't fold
And hit the road
The blunt we rolled
The bag of weed we sold
And now you switching up?
Missing something never told
You Hearing out my name it getting old?
Mane you Paying up the shit you owe
Grass garden with uh' fountain
Money flowin' I can't get to counting
Where is my accountant
What's the point of the living if all we do is just die?
We Robbin' up the plug for his supply
She know I'm high
She know I'm just trying get by
Leave me in swamp and decompose
And burn my clothes
The 45 it blows
Ain't aiming low
You better pray
Graves covered up with moss
I can't be f*cking with these hoes no more
Ever since you left shit ain't been right
Sirens howlin' through the night
And Thinking bout' the shit you did it got me tight
And Contemplating leaving up your side
And hoping that we take your life
My tears already dried
And let the tide unwind
In front of the gold plate
Engraved
The wrist that shaved
I Cover up my tracks
And making sure there's nothing paved
She wanna save something that can't be saved
She gettin' tired
Of decisions that I made
I know
I got Mouth full of gold
I'm hoping you don't fold
And hit the road
The blunt we rolled
The bag of weed we sold
And now you switching up?
Missing something never told
You Hearing out my name it getting old?
Mane you Paying up the shit you owe
Grass garden with uh' fountain
Money flowin' I can't get to counting
Where is my accountant
What's the point of the living if all we do is just die?
We Robbin' up the plug for his supply
She know I'm high
She know I'm just trying get by
Leave me in swamp and decompose
And burn my clothes
The 45 it blows
Ain't aiming low
You better pray
Graves covered up with moss
I can't be f*cking with these hoes no more
Ever since you left shit ain't been right
Sirens howlin' through the night
And Thinking bout' the shit you did it got me tight
And Contemplating leaving up your side
And hoping that we take your life
My tears already dried
And let the tide unwind
Writer: Jaylen Rodriguez
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