paroles de chanson Es Horstet - Sonntagskind
Percocets
and
the
codeine
Got
me
floating
Opiates
I′m
a
junkie
Fuck
the
money
Third
ward
in
the
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Keep
a
closed
mouth
In
the
ghetto
bitch
I
got
clout
Never
seen
droughts
Hit
the
route
Where
the
felons
lurk
Tony's
in
the
dirt
Finding
work
Got
my
20
shirts
Tell
the
homie
"fuck
your
turf"
Triple
six
don′t
make
me
manifest
Bulletproof
the
vest
Lucifer
done
made
me
promises
And
that's
an
honest
threat
Uzi
feeling
Gucci
when
them
pills
slide
down
my
throat
Loosely
take
a
couple
Feeling
woozy
how
I
cope
Burning
wax
but
ain't
no
candles
I
can
handle
what
I
know
What
I
don′t
know
I
will
try
and
probably
use
until
I
croak
I′d
of
fucked
all
of
these
bitches
I
don't
trust
them
so
I
don′t
Fuck
a
hoe
Pussy's
just
another
hole
that
I
crawl
in
and
out
of
Slit
my
throat
I′ll
die
inside
of
a
bitch
I
be
that
downward
spiral
looking
motherfucker
Trying
to
aim
a
rifle
911
don't
fucking
dial
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