paroles de chanson Gucci Coffin - Josh A , iAmJakeHill

Ooof
Hey there demons, it's me, yeah boy
First things first guys
I just gotta say fuck normies
Uh, I'm sick of their memes
I'm sick of their shitty normie fucking memes
They're posting on facebook
Their stupid "Catch me outside" memes
Their pickle rick memes, man fuck normies!
When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin'
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome
When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin'
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome, uh
Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist
Not enough ball my fist
Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt
Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist
Not enough ball my fist
Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt
Yeah, light it up when I come out the grave
Gonna get my revenge, it'll be depraved
I'll be you chasing you down
Make 'em beg and plead "no"
Got nothin' to lose at the end of my ropes
Like this, they don't know what I'ma do
Boy, you better duck when a man come through
With an AR you're on my radar
Ain't nobody gonna help you no safeguard, yeah
Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist
Not enough ball my fist
Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt
Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist
Not enough ball my fist
Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt
When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin'
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome
When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin'
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome, uh
Lost inside my thoughts I just might hit the fucking bottom
I ain't got hope left in my heart I just might hit the fuckin' bottle
It's just me and all I got is me that is all I need in the middle of
The bed I see the paper in my dreams
Every day is a God damn struggle
Fuck it anything to help me? Nothing-nothing
Tossing and turning my stomach is churning
I call out to god but I'm better off burning
I wish I could end it, I wish I could end it
I'm hanging on by a thread lets not pretend that I'm fine
I'm losing my God damn mind, yeah
I'm losing my God damn mind
When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin'
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome
When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin'
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome
Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist
Not enough ball my fist
Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt
Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist
Not enough ball my fist
Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt
Wow! That was a very evil track
I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to really go in
I apologize but-but like God damn
Woof