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dead steve - visits w/ the devil (ft. brice.) lyrics

[verse 1: brice]
[?] death and find these f-cks, [?] twelve oh-one and p-ss a test in ninety six
hilfiger, tommy tucked they run right up and ask me where i got the sh-t
uppercut your bottom lip, you sn0bby f-ck, i’m drunk as f-ck and driving stick
i rip the verse with no promises, then wonder where all of these problems is
its common knowledge, never known no one who don’t just want to be like me a bit
crack a fifth i drink a liter, ‘nother liter never known to leave a sip
catch me rolling, switching, lighting cigarettes and ashing all around the whip
sketching out, i look around
i’m trying to find a normal colored crown vic
smoking drinking hanging with me
catch me faded at the bottom of the map
two forty-seven [?] record
[?] these motherf-ckers hands
swerve the whip, i hit the curb
i curve a chick, i learn she [?] some other man
picture me just painting portraits, out in orbit
pen and pad and all that sh-t

[bridge: brice]
pillage the cavernous
feeling like me
i’m the villain -n-logous
falling off balance
like nine-eleven call an ambulance
h-lla trouble never panicking
envelope the devil in mannequins
tell that he frantic when lighting the candle wick
ill apparel [?] out the telly fresh
if you’re never sober than you’re never stressed (f-ck)

[verse 2: dead steve]
f-ck my life, i want to die
[?]ing slow, sleepy eyes dream suicide
lost my mom might die tonight
overdose go back into the other side
go back to h-ll, i spark an l
getting high bl–dy eyes might be the devil
i’m used to this she new to this
turn her to a nudist quick, this b-tch think i’m mental
(f-ck)
b-tch i’ll k!ll you when you’re dreaming
sneak diss on the gang and them forties is steaming
(f-ck)
i ain’t gonna lead to you [?], i pull out my blade make you shake like you freezing
(f-ck)
cutthroat i leave yo b-tch [?] so [sleepy?] i shake i leave n0body breathing
(f-ck)
they say that i fell off the deep end
in love with the drugs i feel like i don’t need friends

[bridge: dead steve]
emotionless
might slit my wrist
i’m too f-cked up to love you b-tch
my vision split
codeine my spliffs
narcotics in the cup i sip
i’m overdosing
purple potions
motor functions in slow motion
heart is broken
feeling hopeless
cause my life’s already over

(this is all i can remember but if someone has the song an upload would be appreciated)

- dead steve lyrics

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