Turns out that I'm dead boy I can't Come to yo party no more
Hey, it ain't no bird, ain't no plane, It's me up in my 4 door
We make your whole bloodline Disappear like dodo
I got a Glock on my shelf next to My photo
Wear my tru's to prom, Tom in my Pocket, I forgot
Wear my tru's to prom, I forgot that Was in my pocket
Howl city rockin and shit
We hit his block innit
Crowd keep applauding and shit Because we artistic
Cuz I'm artistic
Stack bands to the car ceiling
Been had this dark feeling, don't Know when I'll start healing
The devil card dealing with my life Man I can feel it
Went to the car dealer, hop up in a Whip I steal it
I need some blood I'm feening
It's silver bullet season
It's howl yeah we demons
Vulc can't sleep without his Neimans
We eat the moon, don't feed it
I heard yo tape, delete it
07 where I leave him
Yeah it's 7-0-11
(It's 7-0-11)
(We eat the moon don't feed it)
We-we- yeah we eat the moon, Don't feed it
Please keep it up, your here for a Reason
Please don't leave my side, your With me for a reason
When I leave my light, will you be The receiver?
I need some blood I'm feening
It's silver bullet season
It's howl yeah we demons
Vulc can't sleep without his Neimans
We eat the moon, don't feed it
I heard yo tape, delete it
07 where I leave him
Yeah it's 7-0-11
I need some blood I'm feening
It's silver bullet season
It's howl yeah we demons
Vulc can't sleep without his Neimans
We eat the moon, don't feed it
I heard yo tape, delete it
07 where I leave him
Yeah it's 7-0-11