Lyrics
I seen some shit in my lifetime
I seen some bitches get they life took
I been that boy got his shit rocked
Ain't know how to act got my mind right
It's that good time good life paint you in a good light
My type more connie getting booked
And my father in and out so growing up I aired it out
Sleeping on my grandmas couch I always know I'd make it out
Like to show out throw down gloves pull the guns out
Trunks getting raided on the corner
Hit the shoulder
Check the rear view u- turns turn to funerals
Funnel out the neighborhood tunnel vision split the difference
You is always on that bullshit
I don't even want to hear it
Talking to me telling me that
You just want the best for me but
You don't know the message the lesson where we don't give a shit
Doing all this shit by ourselves we gon' be excellent
Okay we style in the hills like we learning off of Hugh Heff'
Got a couple fans but they love us all to death
It's that vice city fuck with me
Hands up if you coming
I got money money motives (Yeah Hoe hold up)
I got no control
It's that vice city fuck with me
Hands up if you coming
I got money money motives
I got no control
It's that vice city fuck with me
Hands up if you coming
I got money money motives
I got no control
It's that vice city fuck with me
Hands up if you coming
I got money money motives
I got no control
"I think you're trying too hard"
That's what she said to me
"I'm gonna tear you apart"
My tendons in her teeth
"I never wanted your heart to be in this position"
Girl, if your wants played a part you'd be the piece I'm missing
Try me
(Try me)
Just a sample of the skin that you ripped from my bones
(Ripped from my bones, ripped from my bones)
I need
(I need)
Compensation for the breath that you ripped from my lungs
(Ripped from my lungs, ripped from my lungs)
Repentant of the one
The world said I should love
Delilah, hide them higher up in case your wrist gets cut
Demented kinds of lust
Fermented, rotting trust
I'm fine in line for dying
Bring my head to Herodias
It's that vice city fuck with me
Hands up if you coming
I got money money motives
I got no control
It's that vice city fuck with me
Hands up if you coming
I got money money motives
I got no control
It's that vice city fuck with me
Hands up if you coming
I got money money motives
I got no control
It's that vice city fuck with me
Hands up if you coming
I got money money motives
I got no control
Now if I hop on track and show hooligans how to do it
They gon be scared to challenge
They gon say "Gaudy is stupid"
A Baphomet I'm the balance
Don't give a fuck nor a phallic
Truly mad as a matter of fact
I wonder where's Alice?
She prolly changing proportions
Making discourses
About the abortions
Saying "they don't count as corpses"
But if I behead her I'm wrong
Gaudy just evil
If hell was a film then Gaudy got lead in the sequel
Niggas phony, they only
Wanted me for the freak show
So imma bisect they heads in a dress
In pieces may all his friends rest
(Yuh)
Soon to see my influence
Be weary Imma keep moving
Hands around my throat
Can you hold me close
Out all on my own
Giving up these ghosts
Chant for me
Y'all can't see
Hands around my throat
Can you hold me close
Out all on my own
Nowhere else to go
Chant for me
Can't you see
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna try to get out of this life
This life
I don't wanna cry, I don't wanna seem like I haven't seen the light
The light
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
WRITERS
Andrew Zuniga, Jalon Brown, Jordan Sims, Joshua Coyne, Julian Maas, Raul Birtwistle-Cuascut
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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