Текст песни Heart Rate - weeklyn

Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18 got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse I know for a fact
Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18 got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse I know for a fact

I got addicted to this pain (why), it's hard to inhale (why)
Brother check if I'm alive he can't feel my heart rate (nah)
Looking at myself, ok it's clear, now I am dead (gone)
Even when I'm gone I'll find a way to get the bread

Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18 got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse I know for a fact
Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18 got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse I know for a fact

I got a choice between the 30 and the .45
So should I pop a pill or take a gun and end my life
And once I'm dead it'll take a minute just to realize
How many things you'll never say to me, and that's the price

Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18 got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse I know for a fact
Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18 got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse I know for a fact