skrilla - dear ybc lyrics
his body warm his body cold
i don’t think that boy gon’ ever gonna live again
i done had to sell my soul
cause my old soul it was built to win
new soul, pocket eat turn my adrenaline
percocet i just relapse i bought a script again
got pulled over with the yak, i couldn’t sip but then
i downed it
they fount the opp after we already fount it
we downed it
murder rate keep getting higher we countin’
keeping track like an accountant
i’m on my one’s and on my two’s i’m on a jiggaboo
percocet keep winking at me playin’ peekaboo
selling dogfood in that [?] cuddy like who is you?
he so fried he ain’t even got a clue
i got water like a fountain
i got ice like i was scoutin’
why my daughter keep on houting?
she could tell that her daddy got some evil tools
i’m sorry i just cannot hide it
i know the world just gonna find it
his body warm his body cold
i don’t think that boy gon’ ever gonna live again
[outro phone call with ybc dul]
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