Текст песни It døesn't matter - Ashen

My thoughts so loud but I never make a sound
(Shhh)
I'm creepin' through the night with the reaper by my side
Yeah boy you better hide there's no chance if you fight
This time you won't slide because my demons know you lied
It was murder but I made them hw think he died of suicide
Her tears have dried and now every single night your bitch be telling me Please daddy cum inside
This dick I will provide and leave marks on her neck
Ashen's so nasty with scratches on the back
I be rocking black while I bust all on her rack
Ask the plug for a pack n' he pull up with the tech
You never grind like me, that's why I'm where you wanna be
Instead of chasing bitches yeah I kept on chasing dreams
Didn't sell my soul but I'm chilling with the devil
Watch me empty this vessel while skirt of in a rebel

Better shout silently
Shhh
Still lurking patiently
Wanna see me
Bring them the anarchy
We put on the ski and spill blood on his Gucci tee
Think I need therapy but music helps mentally
Still feel so empty that's why I smoke plenty
We're sick of these bars sneak up on the guards
And after this break release the mosh pit gods

Expressions are blank
(When)
They walk the plank
(I)
Poisoned the well
(And you)
Better not tell
(Die)

Expressions are blank
(When)
They walk the plank
(I)
Poisoned the well
(And you)
Better not tell
(Die)

Fuck yo momma fuck yo clique
Stole yo bitch she like my dick
Pull up on me got the stick
Ain't worried bout no drama shit

You know you can't fuck with my crew
If I'm needin' know they slidin' through
Check my bank know my bills stay blue
Ghost gen you know we Standin true

Don't like me then you gettin' poisoned
Bitch can't tip me, feet stay poised in
So much hate, don't like my noise
Roll you up and smoke that joint

What the fuck you think you know about pain bitch
Stupid getting jealous bout this money I obtain bitch

Tryna bring me down but you know you can't contain bitch
What you think you doing coming into my domain bitch

Imma keep on grindin' till the day I cop a chain
All this money I be earnin' throw it down the drain

Every mother fucker steady looking through a smokescreen
Wonder if they ever give a damn bout a nosebleed
Thinkin if they ever really caring how I'm feeling or if it's just a motherfucker tryna run up what I'm getting

Ugh
What I'm getting

Aye
What I'm getting