9tails
pitch black
back room
sauced out
black coupe
black jeans
black toque
got no
friends mood
show no
love mood
i need
drugs mood
i might
die soon
pull out mood
in that
driving and lost
got me feeling my shit
don't try to stop it
keep feeding my shit
zero degrees and it's cold as a bitch
blocking the flame that's abouta be lit
i could just kill the strength of kaguya it's all that i feel yea it's all that i feel
drip
blood on the paper
i rip
rip
all of my flaws into
bits
i hit my then i
dip
shoving a flip in a
brick
she give me head then i
quick
grip its own
misfits
staple the pointers with
sticks
shit
yea
leak liquid