Body Lil Peep & DEATH PLUS
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[Intro: DEATH PLUS]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: DEATH PLUS]
Chillin' with the poltergeist, he wear his frozen clothes
Casket thrashing 'til I die, these bitches know that
It's a ghost town, suicide
The wind ain't blowin', the leaves ain't fallin'
The trees ain't growing, rivers ain't flowing
Blood overflowing, I know you know this
Sippin' my potion, I'm a slug
Find me in the dirt, you with the roaches
Find me rappin' and hustlin', selling the purp
I'm with it, you want it?
Got that shit that make yo chest hurt
That's if you want it, I'm a criminal pimpin'
The Infinite stay with the weird motherfuckers
With the boys at the crib be off in the garden
These hoes are the hardest, these rappers retarded
I'm sick, though
Depression comin' creepin' in and take you by surprise
One day you alive, then the next day you die
[Chorus: DEATH PLUS]
Chillin' by myself I don't need nobody
Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body
See me on the news but you don't know nothin' about me
We live in a society that's full of fuckin' copies
(And here is the hardest part)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: DEATH PLUS]
Chillin' with the poltergeist, he wear his frozen clothes
Casket thrashing 'til I die, these bitches know that
It's a ghost town, suicide
The wind ain't blowin', the leaves ain't fallin'
The trees ain't growing, rivers ain't flowing
Blood overflowing, I know you know this
Sippin' my potion, I'm a slug
Find me in the dirt, you with the roaches
Find me rappin' and hustlin', selling the purp
I'm with it, you want it?
Got that shit that make yo chest hurt
That's if you want it, I'm a criminal pimpin'
The Infinite stay with the weird motherfuckers
With the boys at the crib be off in the garden
These hoes are the hardest, these rappers retarded
I'm sick, though
Depression comin' creepin' in and take you by surprise
One day you alive, then the next day you die
[Chorus: DEATH PLUS]
Chillin' by myself I don't need nobody
Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body
See me on the news but you don't know nothin' about me
We live in a society that's full of fuckin' copies
(And here is the hardest part)
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