Mage got ice all on his neck
Them frozen tears bitch not a check
I've been running up my plays
Why these hoes looking upset
Aye, this bitch just hit my phone
She tryna donate me her neck
I can't flip a bitch
Like I can't flip a check
Voted her out like a plebiscite
No junkie bitch can get next to my
Clique I've been stalking both X and Y
I heard he talkin' he next to die
Bitch I've been walking the Paris Catacombs
Can't find home like a vagabond
I water dead flowers
I miss severed bonds
And my old frame of mind is gone
Got me Wandering like a vagabond
Only finding solace in the blunt
Waking up red eyed and hazy lunged
Ribs all red from the coughing
I can hear the spirits as
She's rising from the coffin
I had to learn to suppress or to cope
That shit left me with no hope
Learning to live with the ghost of my past
Got me wandering like where is my home
Mage got ice all on his neck
Them frozen tears bitch not a check
I've been running up my plays
Why these hoes looking upset
Aye, this bitch just hit my phone
She tryna donate me her neck
I can't flip a bitch
Like I can't flip a check
Voted her out like a plebiscite
No junkie bitch can get next to my
Clique I've been stalking both X and Y
I heard he talkin' he next to die
Bitch I've been walking the Paris Catacombs
Can't find home like a vagabond
I water dead flowers
I miss severed bonds
And my old frame of mind is gone
PINKMAGE - VAGABOND (FROZEN TEAR PIECE) (feat. SLONEKRAY) Lyrics
PINKMAGE - VAGABOND (FROZEN TEAR PIECE) (feat. SLONEKRAY) Lyrics
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Mage got ice all on his neck
Them frozen tears bitch not a check
I've been running up my plays
Why these hoes looking upset
Aye, this bitch just hit my phone
She tryna donate me her neck
I can't flip a bitch
Like I can't flip a check
Voted her out like a plebiscite
No junkie bitch can get next to my
Clique I've been stalking both X and Y
I heard he talkin' he next to die
Bitch I've been walking the Paris Catacombs
Can't find home like a vagabond
I water dead flowers
I miss severed bonds
And my old frame of mind is gone
Got me Wandering like a vagabond
Only finding solace in the blunt
Waking up red eyed and hazy lunged
Ribs all red from the coughing
I can hear the spirits as
She's rising from the coffin
I had to learn to suppress or to cope
That shit left me with no hope
Learning to live with the ghost of my past
Got me wandering like where is my home
Mage got ice all on his neck
Them frozen tears bitch not a check
I've been running up my plays
Why these hoes looking upset
Aye, this bitch just hit my phone
She tryna donate me her neck
I can't flip a bitch
Like I can't flip a check
Voted her out like a plebiscite
No junkie bitch can get next to my
Clique I've been stalking both X and Y
I heard he talkin' he next to die
Bitch I've been walking the Paris Catacombs
Can't find home like a vagabond
I water dead flowers
I miss severed bonds
And my old frame of mind is gone
Them frozen tears bitch not a check
I've been running up my plays
Why these hoes looking upset
Aye, this bitch just hit my phone
She tryna donate me her neck
I can't flip a bitch
Like I can't flip a check
Voted her out like a plebiscite
No junkie bitch can get next to my
Clique I've been stalking both X and Y
I heard he talkin' he next to die
Bitch I've been walking the Paris Catacombs
Can't find home like a vagabond
I water dead flowers
I miss severed bonds
And my old frame of mind is gone
Got me Wandering like a vagabond
Only finding solace in the blunt
Waking up red eyed and hazy lunged
Ribs all red from the coughing
I can hear the spirits as
She's rising from the coffin
I had to learn to suppress or to cope
That shit left me with no hope
Learning to live with the ghost of my past
Got me wandering like where is my home
Mage got ice all on his neck
Them frozen tears bitch not a check
I've been running up my plays
Why these hoes looking upset
Aye, this bitch just hit my phone
She tryna donate me her neck
I can't flip a bitch
Like I can't flip a check
Voted her out like a plebiscite
No junkie bitch can get next to my
Clique I've been stalking both X and Y
I heard he talkin' he next to die
Bitch I've been walking the Paris Catacombs
Can't find home like a vagabond
I water dead flowers
I miss severed bonds
And my old frame of mind is gone
Writer: Brodie Pitts, William Wallace
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid