LowLife BONES and ghost//ghoul
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[Verse]
Put it in reverse, convert to more mileage
Put 'em in a hearse, no we don't need violence
Never had a care, we can't be too rowdy
Sunny outside, in my head it's cloudy (cloudy)
SESH up on my windbreaker, life is a deal breaker
I cannot converse, meet me in the cornfield later
Half past three, I am the 48843
I can't feel my teeth
.44 off the leash
Wet like an ice cube, kill like a light too
Look at what the ice do, light that bitch
Creepin' through thе night, she ride like a bikе
I be lookin' at the blunt like I'ma fight that shit
Blade on me with the five on hidden
Thinking that you work, but the CZ's hittin'
Always talk about money when you see these women
But the blue's count different when it's gotten not given
It's the scummy bummy nothing
From that Livingston County
I dropped out, then I hit the road
And started seeing some money
It's funny, nothing could've taught me
What I learned in this shit
The underground saving grace
They don't got the nerve to test him
What?
Put it in reverse, convert to more mileage
Put 'em in a hearse, no we don't need violence
Never had a care, we can't be too rowdy
Sunny outside, in my head it's cloudy (cloudy)
SESH up on my windbreaker, life is a deal breaker
I cannot converse, meet me in the cornfield later
Half past three, I am the 48843
I can't feel my teeth
.44 off the leash
Wet like an ice cube, kill like a light too
Look at what the ice do, light that bitch
Creepin' through thе night, she ride like a bikе
I be lookin' at the blunt like I'ma fight that shit
Blade on me with the five on hidden
Thinking that you work, but the CZ's hittin'
Always talk about money when you see these women
But the blue's count different when it's gotten not given
It's the scummy bummy nothing
From that Livingston County
I dropped out, then I hit the road
And started seeing some money
It's funny, nothing could've taught me
What I learned in this shit
The underground saving grace
They don't got the nerve to test him
What?
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