Текст песни Roaches - Aryia , Wett Brain
Chic,
white,
dope
Got
me
lit
up
like
a
matchstick
I
gotta
have
it,
burn
holes
in
my
mattress
Roaches,
roaches
in
my
casket
Roaches,
roaches
in
my
casket
Do
you
love
me?
Would
you
come
to
my
funeral?
When
I'm
gone,
will
you
still
be
there?
Am
I
gonna
have
to
find
out
the
hard
way?
I
wanna
know
before
it's
too
late
So
don't
put
me
in
a
box
'til
My
casket
drops
and
I'll
lie
still
You'll
find
out
the
hard
way
About
the
pain
of
loss
and
heartache
Chic,
white,
dope
Got
me
lit
up
like
a
matchstick
I
gotta
have
it,
burn
holes
in
my
mattress
Roaches,
roachеs
in
my
casket
Roaches,
roaches
in
my
caskеt
Tragic
habits
like
I'm
an
addict
Haven't
been
the
same
since
about
this
time
last
year
All
these
highs
are
bringing
me
down
All
my
friends
are
watching
me
drown
Tragic
habits
like
I'm
an
addict
Fucking
on
me,
Gucci
all
black
You
know
she
love
that
sad
shit
Gothic,
rachet,
lay
her
on
the
mattress
Make
her
do
a
backflip,
you
know
I'm
a
sad
shit
I
got
holes
in
my
teeth
where
my
heart
used
to
be
I
got
scars
on
my
wrist,
wear
my
heart
on
my
sleeve
Sinking
feeling,
falling
faster
Ripped
jeans,
sad
boy,
that's–last
year
Chic,
white,
dope
Got
me
lit
up
like
a
matchstick
I
gotta
have
it,
burn
holes
in
my
mattress
Roaches,
roaches
in
my
casket
Roaches,
roaches
in
my
casket
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