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big melancholy & btd spectre - you will (not) pass كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: btd spectre]
back the f_ck up
aim at yo’ face, paint this place with yo’ brains
i’m not smoking yo’ blunt, only pass wit’ the meth everyday
i’m alone but not really
the reaper said “touch on my p_ssy, what’s up?” (what’s up)
this game for yo’ gun, leave you fat like yo’ b_tch
i’ll be d_mning her, choking her
f_cking it up while you lay in my trunk
it’s okay ’cause we’ll see what’s up
these gallows i craze, the rain on the day
the devils are lurking, just take me away
with thoughts in my head getting louder
i hate myself every way
disgusting, i thought i belong with some blood to be chased
this smoke got me faded, i break to nothing, just darkness
just follow my soul and spit dark on the stage
i’m f_cking disgraced, the f_ck out my face

[verse 2: big melancholy]
b_tch, i keep the stick on my side, don’t make me p_ssed off
heard he talking sh_t, on my life, i blow his wig off
mix him in my j, set ablaze like some chem dog
i’ve been up for days, in my ways i won’t change
i’ve been sinning everyday, f_ck
hey, and really it’s a shame
i ain’t f_cking wit’ these lames
c_ck it back and let it bang
he shouldn’t have said my f_cking name
ahhh
[bridge: big melancholy]
b_tch, i got demons inside and all over me
f_cking on yo’ b_tch then i go and hit my shoulder lean
choking on the d_ck, she can feel it in her ovaries
saying he my round, p_ssy, you don’t even know the street

[verse 3: big melancholy]
and really i don’t f_ck with bruh, i sucker punch you chumps
i’ma f_ck the function up, like “what’s a rush?”
i’ma kick you, punt you, slap you little f_cks
way they on my d_ck, i’m ’bout to bust a nut
i’m so fed up, head rush
beat ’em black and blue then i’m gone in the midnight
kick ’em with my boots then i stomp on his windpipe
shouldn’t have said my name
p_ssy, then you could’ve lived life
b_tch, i’ma k!ll opposition, he shouldn’t be living
i pop out with a scope on the bl!cky, it blowing him kisses
it shoot it from the hip, i got the drum
i don’t care if i’m missing
i guarantee i don’t pile it, 50 to life as i spin it
and lil’ b_tch, i’m sick

[outro: big melancholy]
b_tch, i’m over it like a baphomet
lil’ red headed b_tch like dandelion
i took a break but i’m back in it
that sh_t you had to be capping
i got the strap and i’m packing it
sacer it, pack in my lap while i’m laughing and [?]
bust at your hemorrhage, and my man tapping
and mac in my hat while i dump out the van and i’m vanishing
i’m sick like i got the flu

- big melancholy btd spectre

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