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depressive tongue posse - crawl كلمات الأغنية

i am lost in a hall
so many doors, i’ve tried them all
and i don’t know if i can keep up with you
when i just crawl…

[sharxxx]

gimme ten feet when i stroll, i’ll eat yo soul
all of this defeat got me cold, keep missin’ my goals
this d-mn shark ‘bout to go sharknado
and crush some fools like a f-ckin’ winnebago
this whole place gotta shape you like play doh
it made me a monster, i ain’t even get a say so
fed up with this race, so i lay low
cuz posse can’t take no inflation on faygo
today so wasted, i’m finta replace it
with a case of bailey’s and some queso dip
and i don’t care about payroll, dollars or pesos
i take what i want, and keep my days open
and make a fuego, in your place of employment
watch you put it out, for my enjoyment
drop dead bustas, i’m still gonna floor it
and turn you to soylent, cuz i keep my appointments

[maxdaddy]

still got that black burner, put it to your neck
raised on the west, no crews, just sets
super soaker full, i will leave you p-ssies wet
put you on the ground, have you crawlin’ up my steps
just embrace the f-ckin’ death, as we break your f-ckin’ neck
flat lining vital signs, only spitting violent rhymes
guess it’s a reflection of me living through these violent times
son of sam, god of death, angel tears i stole and kept

[sharxxx]

time to close the chapter, takin’ flight like a velociraptor
sadly ever after, slam the door, then b-tch, i’m bout to slap ya
i am not a rapper, all the beats i got has not been mastered
put me in a casket if you have to, i am such a b-st-rd
they call it duh-presh-un, i call it da end, son
i’m ‘bout to take a run, at my handgun
that feeling it’s ‘bout done, you know, when nothing’s fun
i sit inside and just wonder where they hid the sun

[boy froot]

i’m never answering calls
on the ground i crawl
just might end it all
off the roof i fall
b-tch, you know it’s me
i’m always smokin’ weed
out here with my team
we hauntin’ all your dreams
silly -ss b-tch, ain’t you f-ckin’ had enough of it?
crawl out my skin every time i smoke a f-ckin’ spliff
boy froot, sharxxx, put the barrel to your head
in american apparel, cuttin’ b-tches up dead
take a few pictures, and i post ‘em in a thread
drinkin’ on some liquor right before i go to bed
i’m a loner, i am never sober
depressive tongue posse, whole crew’s full of stoners
know you can’t touch me, you playin’ too much, g
know i’m gonna die, so i’m rollin’ up the dutchie
breakin’ down weed on my iphone
my girl’s calling me, but i’m way too stoned
b-tch, i’m finta blow, you ain’t even know
froot, maxdaddy, sharxxx, break into yo home…
break into yo home, crawlin’ on the floor, break into yo home…

- depressive tongue posse

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