[Verse 1: Ghostemane]
I'm about to put a hurtin' on a bitch soul
We took an eighth of psilocybe, let it all go
Stuck in the middle of the earth, it ethereal
I'm bout to take a little trip and never come home
She dug a knife up in my chest until the blood flow
I'd rather lick it off and swallow every drop, oh
Everybody thinkin' I'm the devil but I'm really woke
By woke I mean I'm not susceptible to brain control but I know that
She tied a knot up in the gum with the tongue
Make me wanna take another cigarette in my gun
I'm sick of puttin' it in my mouth just saying fuck it I'm done
I know I never be the one to say the devil won
'Cept for one mage if I'm gonna be a Teller
Like I'm really feelin' like I'm tryna dip and reincarnate
I look up in the sky, in the light, when I'm done
I really wanna take a dive in the lake and say goodbye to everything
[Verse 2: Shakewell]
Fuck a halo, keep a heater with you
Pocket rocket, pop and hope your people with you
Leave 'em bloody red, really ain't an issue
Think his auntie sad, get that bitch a tissue
Heard his army mad, I could give a fuck
All my compas pulling up in armored trucks
You be talkin' Migos, but ain't one of us
Hit a fifty cell, really I'm the plug
Just another day in the 6-1-4
Nah that ain't Columbus, talkin' Mexico
Choppin' up the kilo then we slittin' throats
Trap be in the kitchen cookin' up a GOAT
No that ain't no slang for a fuckin' pack
Even if it was, boy, you couldn't cap
Even if you did, it'd hit you with the tax
Shout out all my homie, made a mill' off wax
I'm about to put a hurtin' on a bitch soul
We took an eighth of psilocybe, let it all go
Stuck in the middle of the earth, it ethereal
I'm bout to take a little trip and never come home
She dug a knife up in my chest until the blood flow
I'd rather lick it off and swallow every drop, oh
Everybody thinkin' I'm the devil but I'm really woke
By woke I mean I'm not susceptible to brain control but I know that
She tied a knot up in the gum with the tongue
Make me wanna take another cigarette in my gun
I'm sick of puttin' it in my mouth just saying fuck it I'm done
I know I never be the one to say the devil won
'Cept for one mage if I'm gonna be a Teller
Like I'm really feelin' like I'm tryna dip and reincarnate
I look up in the sky, in the light, when I'm done
I really wanna take a dive in the lake and say goodbye to everything
[Verse 2: Shakewell]
Fuck a halo, keep a heater with you
Pocket rocket, pop and hope your people with you
Leave 'em bloody red, really ain't an issue
Think his auntie sad, get that bitch a tissue
Heard his army mad, I could give a fuck
All my compas pulling up in armored trucks
You be talkin' Migos, but ain't one of us
Hit a fifty cell, really I'm the plug
Just another day in the 6-1-4
Nah that ain't Columbus, talkin' Mexico
Choppin' up the kilo then we slittin' throats
Trap be in the kitchen cookin' up a GOAT
No that ain't no slang for a fuckin' pack
Even if it was, boy, you couldn't cap
Even if you did, it'd hit you with the tax
Shout out all my homie, made a mill' off wax
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