Letras
It's when blood gets lost to a demons suck
Lost your faith ain't worried bout luck
Pale in passion missing in action
Free These guys ain't talking bout Chuck
Tryna stay great for all of my doves and calls from my mum,
Why they wanna take apart my new love,
I don't even wanna sing about my old stunts
Tryna think about the days where I'm stuck
Tryna pick a few names, for all of my trucks
Try to tame a kid who don't give two fucks
About a bullet to the brain, just let him give up
He took a tab too many, now he's got no pulse the dosage went up
Think about the days you could've set up
From the morn to the eve but now we got crust
Rise up early cap'n crunch
Write a new book before i get lunch
Bill a quick zoot chill out with a munch
Sign a millie quid deal next day at brunch
Tryna pick apart more days for the fun huh love
Like i'm tryna pick apart more days for The run my love
gotta pick apart the Days for the sun got guns
I put the tracks down hours in functions
Getting back nothing, disgusting
(urgh)
I get the rhythm abducted
then i get my Killies in the middle discuss it
(urgh)
And if i press this button, man are just
Setting a pace where i'm rushing,
If my blood starts gushing
man are really Losing the love through the suction
I don't wanna think about my old teachers uh
I ain't got time for the leechers
I don't wanna pick apart my old features
preach it think about the cracks in the pavement
I don't wanna think about my old teachers huh
I ain't finna sit in the bleachers
I don't wanna think about all the leechers huh
Putting cracks all up in the pavement
I don't wanna think about my old teachers uh
I ain't got time for the leechers
I don't wanna pick apart my old features
preach it think about the cracks in the pavement
I don't wanna think about my old teachers huh