Testo Dead Boy - Faceless 1-7
Testo della canzone Dead Boy (Faceless 1-7), tratta dall'album Dead Boy
There're only two tragedies in life
One is not getting what one wants
And the other is getting
Yeah
Dead boy, dead boy, dead boy
I got too much on my head, boy
I'ma fuck your bitch to death, boy
Ain't a truth that I ain't said, boy
I'ma shoot it, make it lead, boy
Like that Luger to my head, boy
I ain't stupid, just pretend, boy
I ain't ruthless till he step, boy
I ain't dead boy, dead boy, dead boy
Shit, I thought, therefore I'm forced
Stack it active with the action, had to pause it for applause
Thirty pieced up like a scar, scarred meat first course
Dirty needles turned to bars, and a seat slit in Dorsia
I got switches, twitches, indecisions
Seizure warnings on my visions
Seedin' fawns in doe remission
Smoked through forests like foes turned incense
Cold conviction, co-devision, codependent, sewn incision
Stolen digits, bold addition, fucked up by your own attrition
Over till her owner visits
Call me Big Moses the way I'm bonin' till her colon splittin'
Ho ain't sittin
What the fuck you say, bitch? I just stare, it's on the sickness
Faceless with the cadence, they don't care about the writtens
Just kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
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Writer(s): Damian Michael Bryan
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