Listen to Dead Inside (feat. ZillaKami, Gone 'Til Monday) (feat. gone 'til monday & ZillaKami) by Apel8

Dead Inside (feat. ZillaKami, Gone 'Til Monday) (feat. gone 'til monday & ZillaKami)

Apel8

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Lyrics

Dead inside of me Dyin' quietly Love don't mean a thing With my habits inviting me Sick inside of me Dyin' quietly Love don't mean a thing With my habits inviting me (сука сука) In the car for a ride, working on homicide Don't look left you will die Don't look back you'll cry It's too much, it fucks me up how I came back to life Ain't satisfied, I still want your head I'll cut off your mind till revenge is mine Never got major, fuck a teacher I just wanna prey upon a bitch like Mona Lisa Ay! Your teeth under my sneakers Ay! Bleeding makes you believe in Jesus Ay! Preachin', pleadin', wheepin' Ay! Fuckin' up my Adidas So I put them In the bleaches One more second till the world slips I'm in the suicide forest Beautifully morbid Used to be in torture by my mind I ignore it Fifty dead roses, funeral gorgeous My new bitch gorgeous Escalade Twenty inch blades right over your grave And floor it Ay (ay!), I been MIA like Florida I been DOA like HOVA Chosen one I know I'm important Make her come with all my recordings This is off the record like Lucy's But this is breakin' records like Jordan's Zilla, take a second to kill 'em I wanna burn the whole world down (Okay) Straight to the ground What it was when I'm done Won't be what it is (Okay) In the ashes I see the masses I hate 'em all, comes with the game Kid I don't really wanna talk today Wanna pull up on you with the gun today Wanna get my deposits and run today Run away from everything (Okay, Okay, Okay) I see ya can't blame The mask is camo I'm out of ammo I cannot shoot my shot no more I got a headband, they think I'm Rambo (Huh) Tell the civilians to hit the floor I kick the door to yo spot (Okay) Come in with the flames Then I watch it all rot (Okay) Come in with the chop Knock it out of ya socks When the nigga hear the Pop!, Pop!, Pop!, Pop!, Pop! Dead inside of me Dyin' quietly Love don't mean a thing With my habits inviting me Sick inside of me Dyin' quietly Love don't mean a thing With my habits inviting me
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