Текст песни LooseScrew - BvmBxy

Let me take a step back for a minute you a punk ass bitch you livid
Feel em staring from the the shadows when they see that I'm winning
Bitch you bet I hold in down from the start to the finish
Fuckboys think I'm kidding see it clearly vision vivid
Lemme say it to your ear you'll be glad that you listened
Got the shine on the chrome even in the dark it glisten

Bum Boy a bum you can call that given I creep in the alleys let me catch you slipping
I'm done playing games you can give up the gimmick counting up bottles till my head is spinning
Problems surround me from all of you bitches I Tie up the noose I'm reaching my limits
It's time to move on I got to start living no stitches can fix this why I'm counting digits

Time for new beginning knock on the door pay the reaper a visit
Long as god is my witness he gon see how I'm I'm living
But don't give a damn cause my mind got no feeling
Smite me on the spot lightning when I spark all these blunts got fried like a skillet

I'm pulling up Lemme slide on through
Crows lurking above while I'm making my moves
I ain't worried bout a bitch who the fuck is you
Talking like you got something to prove
Why I stay high in my room smoking my boof
I'm the mother fucking bum I got nothing to lose
Take a cruise in the drop to lose the roof
Can't hold myself together Imma whole loose screw

Doctor pull the plug swear I'm ready to give up
Try so hard it's not enough don't know why I miss your touch
Know that I don't got that much Imma roll another Dutch
Swear my mind is so fucked
My graves already been dug bust it bag with the slugs
Taking it to the head I'm getting numb
When I'm off the drugs I got to get re up
Got to get a re up pour it up in my cup
Light up the bud get it out of the mud

Don't press me with that mean mug
Imma toss you in the shrubs Imma bum
People walk all over me like rug
Busting out of the scrub pop the 45 they run
Now you 6 feet deep with the bugs lil bitch need a hug
But I cannot provide I've already been hung

I've already been hung you can put away the gun or just shoot me for fun
Damn I feel dumb you always treat me so smug
I'm giving up bottles of liquor I chug Imma be dead by the end of the month

I'm pulling up Lemme slide on through
Crows lurking above while I'm making my moves
I ain't worried bout a bitch who the fuck is you
Talking like you got something to prove
Why I stay high in my room smoking my boof
I'm the mother fucking bum I got nothing to lose
Take a cruise in the drop to lose the roof
Can't hold myself together Imma whole loose screw