Lyrics Blood on Me - 919slum

Aye
Aye

Blood up on my knife, blood up on my clothes
Walkin' down the old beaten path back home
Pathetic waste, I get gone all alone
If you don't like it, hoe, get the fuck off my phone
Blood on my tee, blood on me, drip slow
Onto leaves on the long walk home through the night
With the chrome on my side, split your dome with the knife
With the blood, bitch, I am a sloan

Bitch, keep it underground so I can't be cloned
On my bed, 3 A.M., wait until kingdom come
Percocet, yeah, I'm finna get dumb
And I got a quick temper, watch your fuckin' damn tone
And I got a quick fingеr, temper ain't alone
All black room whilе listenin' to drone
I'm overhead watchin' you walk
In a all-black fit, finna gut you slow

My head, a black room with spikes up on the floor
If I don't sleep, I'll lose my shit
Well, matter of fact, I'm really not sure
Cold as fuck, middle of March
But there's snow on the ground 'cause I headed up north
And I got not a place damn to sleep, not a meal to eat
Dyin' of disease, gas station, brush teeth

As I die on the curb with a sign on my body
Off two 30s, find me rottin'
In my dreams, I own a shotty
Blue tarp behind me, pop my noggin
Stop it, stop it, no more oxy
I can't breathe in a life so naesous
DNR my order
Tryna revive, EMS, just stop it