Lyrics

It's a bag if he show Heavy handed two left feet Head held lowest on the walk home So beat it Don't come back till the scars close Sentimental for my small clothes and keep it Pack a fleece i know that walk home freezing Teeth chatter make him talk slow Hear he keep thinning like anemics and the heart goes heaving I try to keep a low profile for the streaming All my musique soul child till it's even steven Keep breathing till the sky is bleeding Keep breathing till the sky is bleeding Keep Keep breathing till the Keep Said it's a bag if he show Cut the chit chat Games with pen and pad win it like it's tic tac toe They're playing chess this this a mismatch tho Production versitle all i do is switch hats so I think i'm on it Blaming reganomics Hope i'm passing down the profits to the prophet Project rev splits for the progeny Yeah Hits unfit for the honesty
Writer(s): Kevin Nana-sinkam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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