Kydo Chill - Krueger & The Therapist paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Krueger & The Therapist - Kydo Chill




Oh wow oh ooo
Oh
Oh wow oh ooo
Yeah
Fuck
Huh
Dracula cold blooded
can you tell me how it feel (Huh)
Lost a lot of my dogs
and most these bitches
don't keep it real
Seem real apathetic
can you tell me how it feel
Get hurt enough eventually
you ain't gone no longer feel
Got some nonchalant ways
can you tell me how it feel
Gotta give a fuck to care
and i just don't care to keep real
If you seen all i seen
could you handle how i did
On or off the record
i just ask you keep it real
Time to get evil
we not getting even
Over the time i done
turned into a demon
I done got colder
like I turned anemic
Wanna destroy me
but don't got a reason
This wave a year thing
Its not for a season
Speak to ya soul
might feel like a preacher
Got pretty far for someone from my region
Grew up with killers
they did not believe it
Shot up the whip
and they left brodie bleeding
I can still see all the glass in the seating
Whole lotta blood on the carpet it sinking
Niggas pulled up
and the started to squeezing?
Since that day i keep never gone leave it
With my producer and even he heated
Many man wish death
and I can't let them see it
Back against the wall
and i know that they see it
Don't come around here
it's not g rated
Wear my kids on my neck
They cremated
Guess its Gods plan
and that's no mistaken
I went insane felt so degraded
Not suicidal but i was real jaded
You wouldn't how to handle or take it
Cut the world
for months I didn't say shit
Made it thru my own revelation
Gathered all my troubles and i faced it
Dodi in the wood im bout to face it
Don't see me in the mirror
couldn't face him
Mind full of thoughts
swear its racing
Can't see how i still got patients
My faith strong ain't no changes
I was really in the dark
had to shake it
In my shoes
you probably wouldn't make it
Dracula cold blooded
can you tell me how it feel (Huh)
Lost a lot of my dogs
and most these bitches
don't keep it real
Seem real apathetic
can you tell me how it feel
Get hurt enough eventually
you ain't gone no longer feel
Got some nonchalant ways
can you tell me how it feel
Gotta give a fuck to care
and i just don't care to keep real
If you seen all i seen
could you handle how i did
On or off the record
i just ask you keep it real



Writer(s): Bobby Thompson



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