paroles de chanson Paint the Room Red - Pouké

I could tell the truth but I just keep it to myself
Sitting in a room painted with blood of someone else
Gotta be realistic with myself so I don't hurt somebody else
When I hurt somebody else, I start to feel my body melt
Ooo, yeah
Ooo
Ooo, yeah
Ooo

Fuckin' that bitch, ain't got no time to relax
Get the fuck down, put my hand on your back
Sippin orange soda like I'm Keenan and Kel
Gass in the blunt just to lay down the track
I fucked that bitch but the pussy was wack
Middle school i was trading like i would barter
Grew up a bit now im bumping lil carter
Grew up a bit now my music got harder woah
Hit that, chit-chat, get back, click-clack, boom
I don't need no bitches, they assume
I got rid of ego, it consumes

I could tell the truth but I just keep it to myself
Sitting in a room painted with blood of someone else
Gotta be realistic with myself so I don't hurt somebody else
When I hurt somebody else, I start to feel my body melt
Ooo, yeah
Ooo
Ooo, yeah
Ooo

Well i guess you'll just have to be prepared to die
And you'll probably take with you your spouse and one or more of your children