Prod. & Vox by me

Lyrics: 
It were a lie that we were in love 
A wedding day is not enough
Now you know,
Now you know why upset me so,
On the honeymoon shit felt just like heaven
It was hell
Shit got me twisted as well
Nothing to say
Holy words
I waste breath
I smoke a lot of herbs 
Shits strong like bane
It hit hard
I hit harder
I could rap laps round these old cats
30 years old 
The way I’m sonning these cunts
You’d think I’m their farther
Waiting for the plot twist
Just like a muddied up fruit punch
Shit got a little darker
I need a little drank in my tummy
Stummy
I need a little drank in my tummy
Stummy
I need a little drank
I need a little drank in my tummy
Stummy
Put a few quid on the dog
Fuck it im gunning
Opps behind me
I’m fucked if I’m running
They can play catch up 
I’m counting my money
I’m counting my money
I’m counting my money
I’m counting my money
If you wanna kill me best aim for the head
He tried a couple times
But still I ain’t dead
A cat with 9 lives
A cat with 9 lives
I really tried
I swear the last was my 9th
Blade on my wrist
I swear the last was my 9th
Giving up shit
I’m aiming for top bins
I ain’t giving up yet
I’m aiming for top dog
Fuck second best
Couple man with zks after my head
Wearing a vest might fuck with my fit
She tryna sit on it 
Hope that it fits

You know
How you upset me so
Now you know
If you wanna kill me best aim for the head
He tried a couple times
But still I ain’t dead
A cat with 9 lives
A cat with 9 lives
I really tried
I swear the last was my 9th
Blade on my wrist
I swear the last was my 9th
Giving up shit
I’m aiming for top bins
I ain’t giving up yet
Opps behind me
I’m fucked if I’m running
They can play catch up 
I’m counting my money
I’m counting my money
I’m counting my money
She tryna sit on it 
Hope that it fits

Top Dog by Dr. Wolff (on our honeymoon)

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