Текст песни Ice Cream - Ap250

Ice cream
Frozen to the bone
Don′t talk to me
While I'm sitting at my throne
King of the sea
Or at least I call it home
Tell your bitch please
Stop calling my phone
Then I crush some weed and roll it in a blunt
I don′t post my smoke I don't need to stunt
Fuck I'm barely conscious I can hardly see the sun
Reaper coming bitch I′m ready I′m the next in line

Knocking heroes down like domino's
Summon crows like Edgar Alan Poe
Smoking 20 cones to the dome
Gladiator god from ancient Rome
Death is not an option I insist
The Devil locked me out of Hell and now I′m pissed
I'm bleeding bad from the shackles on my wrists
I′m sinking down and I'm swimming with the fish