Lyrics:

Under trees i could lay 
No shade 
I feel like Apollo But i feel no Pain 
Prolly im a dummy, No mannequinn 
But i cannot  shift anything 
On the minute I could change my Name 

No
Witch that could phase my brain 
Back with the shakels strapped, Untamed 

All up in the cut Like it’s bad blood 
Buds are bad crop 
Brain rot, Like I got bad Strain

Ghost 
Leave the scene 
Go burrow down in debris 
No control 
No receipt 
No buy back 
Drift with the leaves 
In my hell 
Forty feet 
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep
Leave my face 
Live in my space I paint opaque

Ice cold, Bitten like revved up pit bull 
I go hidden, Like a Debt never payed full 
Hollowed face stay marked no Sigil 
I could play my part  no vigil
Hooked up Taken by the breath like a dead bug 
With the baggage I’m a vet On the red rug 
Hall of fame lay tame 
Residual 
Sever connections 
Affection
Forget em all

Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets [Prod. Istasha]

Putagirlon // Stream Song

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