Текст песни Martyr In Training - 30Xi

Laugh together, but we cry alone
I want your pretty face on my phone
Baby i ain't ever ready to go home
Hear your voice speaking softly inside of my dome
(RIGHT!) (YEAH!) (YEAH!)
Pale skin lookin' like the moonlight, beautiful
30Xi, blxckblxdx - unusual
(I feel so psycho, like)
She a bad bitch, i ain't tryna be disrespectful
When i throw dick, throw the bitch a whole neck full
(Uhhhh, what?) where is the love?
Gasping for air but theres none in my lungs
How do i write a love song?
If you playin' with the trigger, hope the gun go off
That's a metaphor, listen real closely to this (listen!)
Love is a bullet, it's ready to rip (graow!)
I got manipulation in the clip
Everyone can't be trusted
So watch who you play with
They can be dangerous, tryna leave you brainless
(Blxckblxdx, blood stain, pussy boy!)
Romanticize sorrow, tomorrow will never come
Still goin' hard, King Nothing never lettin' up
Bitch get back back, get away from me
I got hella demons, hoe, and they stay on me
Hold up where my nina go, just the blade on me
I keep it real you, ain't the same, homie
You pray to lifeless gods
Your preacher preachin' "blah blah blah's"
Me, my bitch, my blade - ménage à trois
Fuck 12, fuck yo God, aww
(I remember that i)
(I felt absolutely)
(I couldn't)
(I felt nothing)
(I felt absolutely nothing) King Nothing)
(Wake up)
(WAKE UP)
(Fuck) (BLXCKBLXDX CUT 'EEM UP)
(I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE)
I'm spendin' these days lookin' for my resolve
(I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE)
Hang on, i play with a rusty revolver
(I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE)
Prayin' one day my sins will absolve
(LET ME DIE ALONE)
I'm stuck in the pit with these ignorant monsters
I'm a bad dog, drag me around by the collar
I'm full of mange, beatin' pussy till she holler
So fucking strange, bust brains for a dollar
Doot-doot-doot, lil bro gon' shoot
No cerebellum, yeah, fuck whatever you knew, bitch
(I can't be fucked with, really)
(1 more verse!)
(YEAH!)
She mean, but she talk to me nice
Like hotboii said on the mic, right
Hindsight twenty twenty with the pretty eyesight
Meet me outside, we can have a knife fight (ayy!)
I know my voice gon carry every beat like
You can get popped at the street light, bitch!
Dirty Dan creepin' with the chrome foe fifth
404 error: now your soul dont exist
(Uhh) BoddieRoadBoys, uh, what?
Who's that, b?
Blxckblxdx finna pop a fuck boy acne
I'm really myself, tell these rappers get at me
& Tell my pretty girl that she better call me "daddy"
Nah i'm just playing, she call me whatever though
They fuck with me over you, i got better flows
30Xi, King Nothing - incredible
Humble these rappers, get knocked off the pedestal
(It's 30, hoe) (lil1take)