Letras
Man I start tweakin
(so what)
Its not the weeknd
(So what)
Man theres twelve outside
(So what)
(so what what)
Theres a bag full of dope with your name on it
(where'd it come from?)
I dont see nobody claimin it
(Whered it come from)
Its crazy, I talked to krystal
Cracked and kissed it
Gift for christmas
I heard she packed a pistol
Packed a punch
Make guys go missin
Am I one of your victims?
(What, what)
(Dont kill me, kill me)
Am I one of your victims?
(What, please)
(Dont kill me, kill me)
It gets hot in the winter
I spent december outside
Wear ushankas in june
Croptop at night
(ouuuaaa)
I move with the moon
I trust the sky
This is something new
This a rodeo i hadnt ride
If it's a secret i promise ill keep it
Who would've known this girl was the reaper
And its dark outside, i dont see her
If shes outta my sight, Out of mind
I wont feel ha
Kill Ha, Will I? Miss Ha
Misses Junkie princess
I know you really from the slums like me
I know you really from the slums like me yea
Man I start tweakin
(so what)
Its not the weeknd
(So what)
Man theres twelve outside
(So what)
(so what what)
Theres a bag full of dope with your name on it
(that's dope dope)
I dont see nobody claimin it
(that's dope dope)
She live that great americana life
(its a lie)
She live that great americana life
(its a lie)
I told her follow the music
Follow the music
Follow the music yea yea