really deceased歌詞
You want it? (You) can′t have it (what?)
Can't manage (what?), no attachment (yeah)
I′m not from (me), this planet (huh)
Crash landed (what?), diamonds on me and they dancin'
You want it? (You) can't have it (what?)
Can′t have it (what?), can ′t have it (yeah)
You want it? (You) can't have it (what?)
Can′t have it (what?), can't have it
Jealousy, envy and greed
Walk ′round and they follow me (me, yeah)
Fresh to death penalty
Secretly I'm really deceased (yeah)
I got like no room to breathe
Desert coupe feel like submarine (ooh, skrrt, ooh)
She Japanese-Guyanese
Skin tone look like Hennessey
More money, more problems for me
My friend expect nothin′ but beef
Remember nights with rips on the seams
Summer nights my ends didn't leave
Remember nights my ends didn't meet
Me and bro went half on a deegs
Fast forward we in Miami
**** three hoes trilogy on repeat
Four zeroes, but I keep it discreet
My earlobes they dance Billie Jean
Broski still stuck in the streets
My uncle′s in the bin gettin′ D's
Look ′round, many depend on me
Infinity stones, think I found every piece
Closed doors make collection of keys
Back then, paradise on TV (yeah)
Woke up, no, this not a dream
No more living life on repeat
You want it? (You) can't have it (what?)
Can′t manage (what?), no attachment (yeah )
I'm not from (me), this planet (huh)
Crash landed (what?), diamonds on me and they dancin′
And my bitch on my stick
.45 blitz , it won't miss
Everything hit (yeah), diamonds hit (yeah)
C和出口貿易wrist (yeah), tick, tick, tick (何以)<比如>look ATM有fit, sick, sick, sick<比如>and if i Miss IT SA myth<比如>woo, 我哦, yeah<比如>
Can't manage (what?), no attachment (yeah)
I′m not from (me), this planet (huh)
Crash landed (what?), diamonds on me and they dancin'
You want it? (You) can't have it (what?)
Can′t have it (what?), can ′t have it (yeah)
You want it? (You) can't have it (what?)
Can′t have it (what?), can't have it
Jealousy, envy and greed
Walk ′round and they follow me (me, yeah)
Fresh to death penalty
Secretly I'm really deceased (yeah)
I got like no room to breathe
Desert coupe feel like submarine (ooh, skrrt, ooh)
She Japanese-Guyanese
Skin tone look like Hennessey
More money, more problems for me
My friend expect nothin′ but beef
Remember nights with rips on the seams
Summer nights my ends didn't leave
Remember nights my ends didn't meet
Me and bro went half on a deegs
Fast forward we in Miami
**** three hoes trilogy on repeat
Four zeroes, but I keep it discreet
My earlobes they dance Billie Jean
Broski still stuck in the streets
My uncle′s in the bin gettin′ D's
Look ′round, many depend on me
Infinity stones, think I found every piece
Closed doors make collection of keys
Back then, paradise on TV (yeah)
Woke up, no, this not a dream
No more living life on repeat
You want it? (You) can't have it (what?)
Can′t manage (what?), no attachment (yeah )
I'm not from (me), this planet (huh)
Crash landed (what?), diamonds on me and they dancin′
And my bitch on my stick
.45 blitz , it won't miss
Everything hit (yeah), diamonds hit (yeah)
C和出口貿易wrist (yeah), tick, tick, tick (何以)<比如>look ATM有fit, sick, sick, sick<比如>and if i Miss IT SA myth<比如>woo, 我哦, yeah<比如>
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