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(Tragedy, Cherry) AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH! Put the knife in the snow, I got a grip on me Bloody gushing on your toes, fuck a mystery Fuck your page, fuck your diary, you have fantasy Show them clips, we are next. Ghostface killer trilogy Got my blade in my hand, ready to make a mess Put a bitch in a chokehold, im so fucking stressed I'm a killer, I'm a psycho, you should call the pest Glasses are into shards, I can't even confess All the demons in the shadows, haunt me, day and night I don't settle, I don't care, I keep a sword always fight If you want some light, come and pray to Jesus Christ Like keep a 7up, you don't need a fucking sprite This life is so dark, it's full of pain I'm trying to find a way out, it's all in vain I'm lost in this world that's insane This darkness is driving me, im staying in my lane Put the knife in the snow, I got a grip on me Bloody gushing on your toes, fuck a mystery Fuck your page, fuck your diary, you have fantasy Show them clips, we are next. Ghostface killer trilogy Got my blade in my hand, ready to make a mess Put a bitch in a chokehold, im so fucking stressed I'm a killer, I'm a psycho, you should call the pest Glasses are into shards, I can't even confess Back for the round 2, I'ma keep on slashing throats Fiending for some blood, be in the lookout for a black coat Blue on Pepsi, red like coca cola, the fuck is white Coke? Gordon tragedy, what's the menu? He finna cook Man wanna flex that's too bad Too bad Bro don't ever try do dat I don't even care bout who splashed who Or who tried splash you but you just got away and Imma shake things up like a spray can Straight abc bars for a wasteman C on my chest thats champion Crown on my head gym king just do it I drop all saints And nobody can take my place fam Nobody can lay it like this man Nobody can spray a better clips and Nobody could ever say shit fam Nobody nobody nobody nobody knows who I is Or what I could be coz my poker face bangs I'm tied up in work like lace man no fake xans in a zoot that's laced YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH Put the knife in the snow, I got a grip on me Bloody gushing on your toes, fuck a mystery Fuck your page, fuck your diary, you have fantasy Show them clips, we are next. Ghostface killer trilogy Got my blade in my hand, ready to make a mess Put a bitch in a chokehold, im so fucking stressed I'm a killer, I'm a psycho, you should call the pest Glasses are into shards, I can't even confess
Writer(s): Chhenrety Jordan Khvann, Harvey Mcallister Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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