(𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 1)
Limpin’ like I had got hit but I’m clean
Shell fell in my shoe
As I’m fleeing the scene
I fell into you, went & rotted the fruit
Begin seeing a theme
Driftin’ while crickets play melodies too
Evicted from under my roof
The thicket go rippin’ my skin
Dry paint on the brush
Like the crust on my eyes
Grippin’ the pistol, solicit my soul, I don’t fit it
Ligaments , diggin’ a grave in the mud
Spring is comin’, now the snow turn to slush
Pain is comin’, but I don’t wanna fuss
Stir up the settling dust in my lungs
Unlevel, my temple is burning
No nursing the wound
I feel it is soon
A constant pursuit of the mind
Look cute when she cry
Dive down that laundry shoot

(𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘴)
I just killed a model
Or at least, I fuckin' I think I did!
Either way, unless she playin'
She unconscious
Red run down her face &
She ain't blinkin', shit!
I just killed a fuckin’ model
It ain't my mother fuckin' fault, tho!
She’s cold
When I put my finger too her
She gets bluer, I just might as well scoop her now

Baby, we gon scooba down
I don’t think they wanna lose her!
Okay, I must be regrouping now
Girl, I hope you like the ground

(𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 2)
Imma converse wit her
And her vinegar ways
Goin’ downriver, wit her
Huggin’ her face
The n***, oh, the blood on the beige
Yell timber when it come off the blade
Bit her, but I really went to break the surface
So bitter, sweet hint in the taste
Uh oh, oops-
Duck duck goose, witta 34
Clean up!
Blonde, 24, got her feet up
Baby ain't a show, more than theater
I gotta score, can you feel it?
Beat - beat it
Ragdoll fetus
Don't blame it on Jesus
Punch 911, cry like you mean it
Agent orange
The poor Vietnamese
Less I know none, then become a genius!
Dumb bitch, put away your cleavage, please!
There's people here, and you are leaking!
(𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘴)