Letras
I don't roll a blade, I don't even fingerskate
Get your hand off his dick and let me masturbate
Leave the murder scene more rare than the golden gate
I can't wait for April so I get my tax rebate
You better got enough money for a taxi mate
Gang shit broke up so I had to recruit brand new mates
Bitches love me even if I fucking turn up late
Got some golden steak on my fucking dinner plate
You know I love my life, but you can't relate
Bitch, you know I'm gang shit reppin', this the morale steppin
Peachy language, this sex-rated, I'm the best but I'm the most hated
Yeah, have you seen the pretty girl that I'm datin'
Have you heard the fucking bars that I'm sprayin'
Get on the bar, Sunday, 16
Every time I end up at yours
You just end up for no fault
The heads of the murders like Easter Island
The weeds are pure, it's like a diamond
Drowning in my dreams, my dreaded fantasy
I'm floating away, all is white and empty
As I open my eyes, I'm sinking in
It's calling me, you make me
Change the shape of my life
I'm not afraid, I feel no loneliness
I'm floating away, naked
Every time I end up at yours
You just end up for no fault
The heads of the murders like Easter Island
The weeds are pure, it's like a diamond
Drowning in my dreams, my dreaded fantasy
I'm floating away