Текст песни A Death in the Ocean Would Be Beautiful

Percocets and the codeine Got me floating Opiates I’m a junkie Fuck the money Third ward in the dope house Keep a closed mouth In the ghetto bitch I got clout Never seen droughts Hit the route Where the felons lurk Tony’s in the dirt Finding work Got my 20 shirts Tell the homie “fuck your turf” Triple six don’t make me manifest Bulletproof the vest Lucifer done made me promises And that’s an honest threat Oozing feeling Gucci when them pills slide down my throat Loosely take a couple Feeling woozy how I cope Burning wax but ain't no candles I can handle what I know What I don't know I will try and probably use until I croak I'd of fucked all of these bitches I don't trust them so I don't Fuck a hoe Pussy's just another hole that I crawl in and out of Slit my throat I'll die inside of a bitch I be that downward spiral looking motherfucker Trying to aim a rifle 911 don't fucking dial