04 - Warmata

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Shooting bullets, they chrome, one head one shot to the dome 
Look at the bullshit I’m on, too poor to rock some vlone 
They said that I’m in the zone, look at me baby I’m gone 
The bullets written they dead, that ain’t the shit that I’m on
I’m Finding love that is bleak, we fucking between the sheets
Silk satin, but we don’t speak, listin messages on repeat
She drives alone in her car, I’m following I’m a creep 
She asking me how I was lost, my baby talking so sweet

How could you say that to me, I got no money to speak 
I’m in my room so I read; I wish she loved me for me
She said that she wanna meet, but I know that lying 
Maybe it was just me, don’t text me yo I’m dying 
Fucking up my whole climate, baby here comes the silence 
And I know she is hiding, baby we are just fightin 
slit my throat for the rest, I’m just joking I’m lying 
I said things I regret, but don’t hold me to the fire 
Ctrl alt, press delete, I’m closing tasks for the feat 
The hallways start to creek, this haunted house in my dreams 
We Fucking like Charlie sheen, I work hard but not me 
I got a ghost, yeah she rides, she says thing I don’t mean 
Freaky shit, yo I’m gone, haunted medleys in song 
We just don’t get along, baby shoot me all alone 
Reading texts that you said, I had to change my number 
Stupid bitch want me dead, cmon baby you on it
She keeps writing her sonnets, keep that shit to myself 
I’m on an boat, watch the catch, we sinking down into hell 
And if I had it my way, she would join how I felt 
Psychopaths, how she delt, it didn’t matter oh well

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Daniel Shake