Double Homicide

作曲：Phreyla P,Kashani K

作词：Phreyla P,Kashani K

I've been struggling to find myself ever since 2006

Running through a maze I'm never gonna find the end

I said sorry you should've changed the ** that you did

Goth ** locked in got her sucking on my **

Motherfucka

That's it motherfucka

Gloves on I'll pop you like a zit motherfucka

Plug tapped in I'll cop a zip motherfucka

Lungs black I need oxygen motherfucka

** that ** up on the kitchen counter I'm a chef

I don't need no diamonds why I got a noose around my neck

You flood my conscience

Every waking moment wishing death

Isolated from the world I'm living inside of my head

Society is riding me

motherfuck this damn anomaly

First class don't fly economy

** bad she likes astrology

I'm higher than than the moon they think I'm studying astronomy

Yung Eren and Kashani

We rose up from the dead

I heard that you tryna keep up

So I'ma beat ya

456 gon' make you heat up

Go check your fever

It's the life that I live

So I got nothing to give

Except some 762's

Or a hollow point at your head

Oh nah he dead

I'll sip up on a potion tell the feds

I'm hallucinating images while taking my meds

Oh no he bled

Just like that ** on X

Yeah we don't ** with that hoe

She make herself look convex

Ugh

Talk talk talk that's all these ** do

Why you spitting all this ** hoe we know it's not true

Oh you a **

I'll leave your body laying in the ditch

I don't forget

So you're already wrote on the list

Like I don't ** with you people

I think I'm true I'm not evil

And if you talking down on Phreyla ** you catching the heater

Know that I'm just b-b-better

Look at the sweater

So if that ain't some ** proof, then I don't know what to tell ya

Phreyla your main hero

My neck just hit sub zero

Escalade I'm riding with a ** that look like Clairo

Smoking hella indo

Asking where I been for (what?)

Got me turning up the volume come to a crescendo

** I'm from the 44

Money, **, & custom clothes

is all he knows

Take a pill and overdose I'm going close to comatose

Staring in the eyes of death I'm standing to him toe to toe

Glad I got my holy ghost

My cone is full of homegrown

Yuh

Paint the ceiling red I ain't getting my deposit back

Problems keep up piling up

Exes never calling back

Wonder what I'm hiding from

Bet they're not too fond of that

Broken hearted have a heart attack

I hope that

Nobody finds my body that is close to me

And pray to anyone my soul goes where it's supposed to be

That 223 gon make you bleed if you're nosy

Put you in OT

With no team

Don't take it personal

Like if you ** with me ** could get surgical

That 223 looked at your face and said yeah it's dispersible

You could go vertical

I ain't so ** merciful

Eyes on your location drag you down and give you vertigo

Whip the RX7 from the middle of the carport

Are you ** kidding me? I told you it's not a four-door

Just a two seater holy ** your ** is in it

Mirrors fall to pieces I can never really fit

Oh my god I got some ** BM's and I'ma get some more

Bodies over bodies looking like the blue Smokies

Blood is dripping from the ceiling fan dropped to the floor

'Bout to clean it up 'cause we got to stay lowkey

Shadow in the night just know you ain't gonna find me

If you think you're trying to search I know that ** is unlikely

I don't need a ** laser, always aiming precisely

Gonna blow you into parts and sell that ** to O'Reillys

Ugh