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Performed By: sluts talk about heaven
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Kim Richards, Tabor Plunkett




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Everyday I'm going through hell
Only thing I do is fail
I just hope this message found
And I'm trying all I can
I just hope that you can tell
Got the whole world in my hands
How could I still hate myself?
Bullets burn him and they melt
I was geeked as f*ck when I got the confirmation in the mail
Now I'm skipping all my classes, I need my records to sell
If I need to ignore my problems, call the plug and make a sale
F*ck a P, I cop a bale
F*ck a B and she turn L
F*ck me, yea f*ck yourself
My guys still in jail
Shoot a pig and make him squeal
F*ck a bitch and pop a pill
She asked me what's my deal
I hope my niggas heal
Could you tell me if you for real?
I toppled over the rail
Speak my gospel, but I've been through hell
He ain't P, he a L
He won't stick to the code, give him jail
Put that stick down his throat make him frail
He a doodlebug but move like a snail
His bitch gon leave him and then leave a trail
I can't believe this is how you deal
Off drugs move like a slug
I honestly gave up
In the 1500 truck
I fell out with my bruh
Shed a tear and roll this blunt
Fell out with a slut
She didn't f*ck with Sluts
John Doe his ass get bucked
Leave him stankin' like a skunk
I was goin' thru some stuff
Green Tac Xtreme, it cut
Bullet grazed yo shit you lucked up
F*ck that shit it don't exist, no love
Yeah my vision tell me who I wanna f*ck
They make decisions based on anyone but us
I hit with precision when that ho wanna have some fun
Knew it wasn't different when I got caught up
I'm brushin' off the saw dust
Never felt like I could call ya
I can't talk to ya
Think my time is up
I get high and drunk
Off Molly, Lil Pump
3.5, I'm stuck
I put on a front, yeah
My grave is dug up
Cover, I f*cked up
Baby, no I don't give no f*cks
Shawty slappin' my stick like a puck
Body for Body, it's up
Steppin' on him he a bug
Pressin' him out, not outta love
Think he him, yea not so much
Rockin' Timbs, they color of blood
I'm the shit that they wish that they was
On my shit, I woke up need a buzz
I'm so different than what I was
When you watch the fun, hand that shit up
Don't even know what this drug does
Everyday I'm going through hell
Only thing I do is fail
I just hope this message found
And I'm trying all I can
I just hope that you can tell
Got the whole world in my hands
How could I still hate myself?
Bullets burn him and they melt
I was geeked as f*ck when I got the confirmation in the mail
Now I'm skipping all my classes, I need my records to sell
If I need to ignore my problems, call the plug and make a sale
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Everyday I'm going through hell
Only thing I do is fail
I just hope this message found
And I'm trying all I can
I just hope that you can tell
Got the whole world in my hands
How could I still hate myself?
Bullets burn him and they melt
I was geeked as f*ck when I got the confirmation in the mail
Now I'm skipping all my classes, I need my records to sell
If I need to ignore my problems, call the plug and make a sale
F*ck a P, I cop a bale
F*ck a B and she turn L
F*ck me, yea f*ck yourself
My guys still in jail
Shoot a pig and make him squeal
F*ck a bitch and pop a pill
She asked me what's my deal
I hope my niggas heal
Could you tell me if you for real?
I toppled over the rail
Speak my gospel, but I've been through hell
He ain't P, he a L
He won't stick to the code, give him jail
Put that stick down his throat make him frail
He a doodlebug but move like a snail
His bitch gon leave him and then leave a trail
I can't believe this is how you deal
Off drugs move like a slug
I honestly gave up
In the 1500 truck
I fell out with my bruh
Shed a tear and roll this blunt
Fell out with a slut
She didn't f*ck with Sluts
John Doe his ass get bucked
Leave him stankin' like a skunk
I was goin' thru some stuff
Green Tac Xtreme, it cut
Bullet grazed yo shit you lucked up
F*ck that shit it don't exist, no love
Yeah my vision tell me who I wanna f*ck
They make decisions based on anyone but us
I hit with precision when that ho wanna have some fun
Knew it wasn't different when I got caught up
I'm brushin' off the saw dust
Never felt like I could call ya
I can't talk to ya
Think my time is up
I get high and drunk
Off Molly, Lil Pump
3.5, I'm stuck
I put on a front, yeah
My grave is dug up
Cover, I f*cked up
Baby, no I don't give no f*cks
Shawty slappin' my stick like a puck
Body for Body, it's up
Steppin' on him he a bug
Pressin' him out, not outta love
Think he him, yea not so much
Rockin' Timbs, they color of blood
I'm the shit that they wish that they was
On my shit, I woke up need a buzz
I'm so different than what I was
When you watch the fun, hand that shit up
Don't even know what this drug does
Everyday I'm going through hell
Only thing I do is fail
I just hope this message found
And I'm trying all I can
I just hope that you can tell
Got the whole world in my hands
How could I still hate myself?
Bullets burn him and they melt
I was geeked as f*ck when I got the confirmation in the mail
Now I'm skipping all my classes, I need my records to sell
If I need to ignore my problems, call the plug and make a sale
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Writer: Kim Richards, Tabor Plunkett
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