Hol up yeah
Hol up
Hol up
[Chorus]
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Hol up
[Verse 1]
What have I become
What have I become
Nothing into one what I always was
Broken and undone
Nothing into one what I always was
What have I become
Know what time it is
Daylight never come
Got no bullets left shot them at the sun
Got no bullets left shot them at the sun
Got no bullets left shot them at the sun
You don’t exist to me
You don’t exist to me
Life is a vision a filthy epiphany
I don’t exist I’m the ghost of a mystery
Lay on the floor when it’s sticky and slippery
This is my eulogy this is my elegy
Tired of everyone
Tired of everything
Tired of tiredness
Sicc of the siccness that lives in my brain and it’s eating my energy
Hold my glocc to my mouth let my dome pop
On the kitchen floor where I rot at the doorstop
Forced with that course like it’s dope that shit so hot
Speaking of hot
I want the sun off my blocc
Everyone hold up your glocc
Hol up
Hol up
[Chorus]
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Hol up
[Verse 1]
What have I become
What have I become
Nothing into one what I always was
Broken and undone
Nothing into one what I always was
What have I become
Know what time it is
Daylight never come
Got no bullets left shot them at the sun
Got no bullets left shot them at the sun
Got no bullets left shot them at the sun
You don’t exist to me
You don’t exist to me
Life is a vision a filthy epiphany
I don’t exist I’m the ghost of a mystery
Lay on the floor when it’s sticky and slippery
This is my eulogy this is my elegy
Tired of everyone
Tired of everything
Tired of tiredness
Sicc of the siccness that lives in my brain and it’s eating my energy
Hold my glocc to my mouth let my dome pop
On the kitchen floor where I rot at the doorstop
Forced with that course like it’s dope that shit so hot
Speaking of hot
I want the sun off my blocc
Everyone hold up your glocc
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