Текст песни Crucifix - Young Pressure
God
calling
the
devil
makes
it
hard
for
me
to
keep
a
blessing
My
pen
is
a
lethal
weapon
Come
at
you
I'm
least
expected
Want
money
I
need
depression
Piss
me
off
get
shit
on
Wedding
crasher
no
Vince
Vaughn
Met
the
pastor
can't
help
me
Broke
as
fuck
not
wealthy
Can't
wait
for
what
hell
brings
From
the
four
got
five
bitches
that's
number
six
When
bells
ring
don't
give
a
fuck
what
you
tell
me
Give
a
fuck
what
you
tell
me
Horse
on
my
Mustang
Whores
saying
they
must
bang
On
the
real
I
sustain
You
lie
I
don't
trust
things
Smart
girl
give
dumb
brain
Pills
how
I
numb
pain
Pills
how
I
numb
pain
Rest
In
Peace
to
Pop
Smoke
Won't
fuck
less
she
got
throat
Getting
cheese
like
nachos
Leaving
out
this
whole
world
Fucking
on
ya
old
girl
All
she
wants
is
stone
pearls
I
decline
won't
pay
a
dime
Steve
Smith
I'm
eighty
nine
Come
around
ya
ladies
mine
No
reason
for
hating
mine
Way
of
words
you
hate
it
burns
she
coming
down
to
Satan's
dine
Drinking
blood
right
out
a
cup
Every
rapper
is
now
a
bluff
Time
to
lift
my
powers
up
back
from
the
grave
Like
how
in
the
fuck
is
he
doing
this
Walking
dead
I
sacrificed
myself
on
a
crucifix
1 Fear To Anger
2 Crucifix
3 Halloween Dreams
4 Stick To The Code
5 Police Brutality
6 Nighttime
7 Gatekeeper
8 Awake
9 It Hurts Me To Sleep
10 One Way Or Another
11 Diamond Test
12 Rare
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