​seeing red (there’s fire) ​yayu

[Intro: Yayu]
Adam
Fucking dead, boy

[Verse 1: Yayu]
If I wasn't in New York, you would've been dead
Guaranteed, not even a question
She said you had your hands around her neck
I'm 1000 miles away and I'm stressing
All my thoughts are on a gun to your head
All the trauma from that time kind of blends
All that anger in my eyes is depressing
All that hatred put your love to the test
It's in our blood, a parasite to be fed
Toxic, never mind the excess
It's detrimental to the soul
Where in heaven are thе hoes
It's time to reflеct
Mirror mirror, make me whole
I'm scaling perilous emotions
Yet I carry various erosions
Shine me to death
My my, what a mess
I should be dead
High time I had a look at myself
Wide eyed, couldn't tell I was blind
White lies, I mistook them as help
White crime, I just wanted a slice
Like I started cooking as well
It's dotted lines when you're hitting your prime
Signed eyes, y'all just lookin at wealth
Resign quite young, all of them die
White devil, out of mine when it's dealt
I wash my hands of this
No, no, I wash my hands of this!