Текст песни breakdown - Cheyenne Died

(Break down my walls)
(Ion even try)
(If that′s my fault for tryna survive)
(What kinda life?)
Bitch I love getting high now that's the move
And there′s not a lot of shit I like to do
I just been high off the boof
With this bitch at my side getting high in the coup
Ion like when it's quiet
Gets louder than ever
Shut up and vibe, bitch
She fuck me for pleasure
She gone off the vyvanse
And I got the shivers
Up all damn night with
A bottle of liquor
Break down my walls
Ion even try
I gave that shit up so long ago
If that's my fault for tryna survive
What kinda life am I fighting for?
I hate to stall
Ion wanna waste time
You can talk if you want, I got a blunt to roll
Tell me take it slow
Before I die
They don′t know that I ain′t afraid to go
(Afraid to go)
Bitch my drugs on my mind and
In my nose
Face the blunt
What the fuck
Do you want
With me hoe?
Lil Cut
With the trunk
Full of dope
Off the shits
Sniffin Christmas
My dick in your hoe
Check that bitch
Off my wishlist
I'm drippin′
Too cold
Tell 'em piss off
They missin′
The sickest
Of flows
Know I'm cold
(Yeah, Yeah)
(Cheyenne Died)