paroles de chanson Death Notes - Young Pressure

Never know what's gonna happen tomorrow
Money up still drown in my sorrow
Gotta swipe for the pay like a barcode
Ain't going out soft writing hard notes

Next day I'll probably be a dead guy
Stay high dilated with the red eyes
May I be the one to have real spill
Rappers talk about drip while I deal kills
Pussy let it off you ain't gonna end me
Mad about getting cash with a ten freak
Sit down grab a seat at my funeral
I'ma die an asshole really usual
Life's tough so I'm still doing drugs
Never wanna go back to who I was
Pussy getting wet like a sea or a ship
Pills in my nose but I bleed from my wrist
One good thing don't cease to exist
Loved ones in my circle be with my bitch
Death notes in my book read from my list
Death notes in my book read from my list