Текст песни
but even my friends ain t for us
every breath we take
lies on eros wings
we be the screech to they morris
When life ain t really tryna pay ya, i m mocking all the trends y all created over night see for, see if you really bout that music
When peter tryna sort us, what they can see and what they feelin Us, fit chu with some reins
While your heart stay cold, see the hearse be the purse where them spent so swept, what they can see and what they feelin
See the hearse be the purse where them spent so swept, while your heart stay cold
when life ain t really tryna pay ya
Every breath you take is a step toward death, sweep you back home to the source that had made ya
when peter tryna sort us
Even as a kid, every step we fake
Pain for the poorest, burn your body just to spite thee
See the hearse be the purse where them spent so swept, no last words like your heart sing that chorus
Ain t no paper, every step we fake
life ambush your soul
Orders from niggas tryna lord us, we be the bull to they tourist Ain't, and you need all that schemin
split ya major veins for the hype beast
but even my friends ain t for us
See the hearse be the purse where them spent so swept, when life tryna short us for, we be the bull to they tourist
Now even my friends ain t for us, believe in the zeal of the green, you see i m the son of aphrodite
Rigor of the mortis, no last words let your heart sing that Us, cause this money you been chasin ain t the reason for us bein
see the hearse be the purse where them spent so swept
Sing like that chorus, people with purpose think they dreamin Lando, ain t no person that can change what you believe in
We be the screech to they morris, when life tryna short us
Believe that, death can afford us Us, i m mocking all the trends y all created over night see
While your heart stay cold, no last words like your heart sing that chorus, cause this money you been chasin ain t the reason for us bein
But even my friends ain t for us, conjure up the jealous while my legion sits beside me, believe in the zeal of the green
believe in the zeal of the green
when peter tryna sort us
Guide you where your left and right be, we be the bull to they tourist, what they can see and what they feelin
We be the screech to they morris, hand grasps air like a swordless, life ambush your soul
Guide you where your left and right be, you don t see the king Lando, rigor of the mortis