Letras
Welcome to the world of the livin'
Child you are pure in spirit
That will end by the time you take your first steps
Child you will fly and fall from heaven
As we all have
Satan spawned right out the gates
Of heaven, fates a messy
Blossom, started calm
Cold collected
Chest wit boulders
A nest of cobras
Festin' for dollars outta pockets
Pop out of pocket pussies, pop off the mouth
Pockets steel rockets in em, pen pad'll pop them pimples
Stopped me from reachin my pinnacle early
Surely got problems, a mental search
Left abandoned no bandage hurting
Stuck and still feel worry for deserting my burdens
Had to be tho so I snack on these demons eating me
Crashing this whip I'm in
See no feelings is in me
The only reason I'd envy
Cause my mother left empty handed
If it would've been me I'd be fine asleep
Knowing no hurt in her, feel me?
Snow cold in here, really!
Welcome to the world of the livin'
Satan spawned right out the gates of heaven
Child you are pure in spirit
Satan spawned right out the gates out the gates
That will end by the time you take your first steps
Satan spawned right out the gates of heaven
Child you will fly and fall from heaven
Satan spawned right out the gates out the gates
Child you will fly and fall from heaven
As we all have