DEAD FACES Bino Rideaux & Doe Boy
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[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I need drugs for these love songs, I close my eyes, I see dead faces
Covered up my arms with these dead faces
Covered up my scars with— (Ooh, I can't get you out my head)
My double cup still poured up 'cause I can't do this sober
That money made me colder
[Verse 2: Bino Rideaux]
I got rack on my top, get me fed up
I put rack on your top, get me fed up
Got Percocet, promethazine in my liver
Got Percocet, promethazine, I feel bettеr (I feel way better)
'Membеr them hard times in the ghetto
I got mob ties, that shit forever
Ain't gon' phase me 'cause I'm heartless, this what it made me
I pour four lines of that Wock' 'cause it drive me crazy
I pour four lines of that Wock' and I feel amazing
I pour four lines of that Wock' and I think it saved me
Never could forget it, I still feel it on the daily
[Chorus: Bino Rideaux & Doe Boy]
I need drugs for these love songs, I close my eyes, I see dead faces
Covered up my arms with these dead faces
Covered up my scars with— (Ooh, I can't get you out my head)
My double cup still poured up 'cause I can't do this sober (Doe Beezy)
That money made me colder (Oh, really?)
I need drugs for these love songs, I close my eyes, I see dead faces
Covered up my arms with these dead faces
Covered up my scars with— (Ooh, I can't get you out my head)
My double cup still poured up 'cause I can't do this sober
That money made me colder
[Verse 2: Bino Rideaux]
I got rack on my top, get me fed up
I put rack on your top, get me fed up
Got Percocet, promethazine in my liver
Got Percocet, promethazine, I feel bettеr (I feel way better)
'Membеr them hard times in the ghetto
I got mob ties, that shit forever
Ain't gon' phase me 'cause I'm heartless, this what it made me
I pour four lines of that Wock' 'cause it drive me crazy
I pour four lines of that Wock' and I feel amazing
I pour four lines of that Wock' and I think it saved me
Never could forget it, I still feel it on the daily
[Chorus: Bino Rideaux & Doe Boy]
I need drugs for these love songs, I close my eyes, I see dead faces
Covered up my arms with these dead faces
Covered up my scars with— (Ooh, I can't get you out my head)
My double cup still poured up 'cause I can't do this sober (Doe Beezy)
That money made me colder (Oh, really?)
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