Blood 歌词

So you say we out of lust It's adding up You hate my guts Was I enough Was I enough So you say I drink too much It's adding up You hate my guts Was I enough Was I enough Giving up all my Blood But you tripping on love Living on, giving on, wishing on doves Blood But you tripping on drugs Living on, giving on, wishing on doves What makes you think that angle wings don't numb What makes you think That they don't bleed enough blood Poseidon way I was swimming Drowning in the bottles but still winning Oh slide inside of my sinning Hoping on a feeling she don't hit the ceiling Intricately grinning offended she been appealing Been killing the feeling of winning but still in the linen Living on limit, admit it we gonna hit it Living on a limit admit it we gonna hit it So you say we out of lust It's adding up You hate my guts Was I enough Was I enough So you say I drink too much It's adding up You hate my guts Was I enough Was I enough Giving up all my Blood But you tripping on love Living on, giving on, wiDate on doves Blood But you tripping on drugs Living on, giving on, wishing on doves What makes you think that angle wings don't numb What makes you think That they don't bleed enough blood Still dozing living inside a motion Wonder what it means to speak Frank in oceans These dank emotions Smoke through the potion Go thank sultan I been like Aladdin King without a crown whose throne you shouldn’t stand in Fiend without a clone but all you can't stand him Look at me now I come accompanied now I sold my blood for a dollar For a touch of the town But they don't know what I gave up to be where I am They don't know what I gave up to pretend to give a damn All in all we all involved Molotov’s by the gram How could I be something I'm not when it's by the plan So you say we out of lust It's adding up You hate my guts Was I enough Was I enough So you say I drink too much It's adding up You hate my guts Was I enough Was I enough Giving up all my Blood But you tripping on love Living on, giving on, wishing on doves Blood But you tripping on drugs Living on, giving on, wishing on doves What makes you think that angle wings don't numb What makes you think That they don't bleed enough blood