Lyrics:
Grip your mouth, pressin' down, fingers hooked behind your teeth
Not allowed to make a sound 'cause now your heart belongs to me
Forming crowd, wonder how I got so close to weighing peace
Faceless shroud, look so proud to know you're my cold pocket queen
Suit up, spades down, clubs at the ready
Eyes locked, blood drawn, gotta keep it steady
But you're so fuckin' pretty
And now the beast is with me
I swear you'll know this town will be no more if you just let me

Beat produced by: LOWTOW

Pocket Queen (prod. by LOWTOW)

MELA