hatchetsaw - comatose lyrics
cold winds carry sins through out the static
pages of my past
fliping fast, cinematic
do not try to front p+ssy, cause my rifle automatic
breaking down your door, not talking mathematics
my barrel pop smoke, but i ain’t talking no christian dior
me & my brothers strapped up like we ready for mf war
the f+ggot talking smack like ‘bro i think he asking for more’
dont give a f+ck, eye for an eye if it means im changing the score
smoking out my lungs, call it the motherf+cking holocaust
spending racks on features, yet your music flops
used to suffer my right wrist, now i ice it out with a mf clock
i can’t trust no b+tch, so thats why i keep a glock
cold winds carry sins through out the static
pages of my past
fliping fast, cinematic
do not try to front p+ssy, cause my rifle automatic
breaking down your door, not talking mathеmatics
heavy chains on me, feeling like a comatosе
rocking rare sh+t, f+ck expensive clothes
brains feeling scattered, like how im switching flows
your music is like some c4, the way it f+cking blows
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