paroles de chanson Bells & Whistles - Mobbs Radical , Tumaggz

Blade on my wrist above the sink
I′ve seen it vanish in a blink
I'm losing sleep I cannot think
I′ve lost myself I'm on the brink
I'm losing blood

Left that boy bleeding ran off with his camera
I′m gone in a flash abracadabra
Whole team on the come up y′all going out sad bruh
That's why your punk ass is mad huh
Really feel like Da Vinci
While smearing the blood my enemies upon the walls of cathedrals
God isn′t here there's no saving your people
I′m watching you with my third eye through the keyhole
I keep it straight to the point like a needle
No comply stay on the grind why you Feeble
You boys all still Weedles I sting like I'm Beedrill
I′m ridding your kind of existence like measles
Nails in my Patek lost track of the time
Your bitch hit my line, your main is a dime
She's wet at the sound of my voice when I rhyme
She's sucking down dick like it′s lemon and lime

Feel like dying
Feel like crying out
Oh no
Feel like dying
Feel like crying out