sunshine christo - sewage smoke lyrics
[intro: sunshine christo]
lurk in the daytime, creep in the nighttime
lurk in the daytime, creep in the nighttime
lurk in the daytime, creep in the nighttime
lurk in the daytime, creep in the nighttime
[verse 1: sunshine christo]
creep in the night, b+tch do you want a fight
i’ma send you high up in the sky like a f+cking kite
going off the rails, they gon’ have to cut my mic
all these rappers d+ck suck cause they just want some likes
being myself, i put my own spin on sh+t
cut the track like a b+tch cut her wrists
feel like thanos, i put ice on my fist
muichiro, i disappear in the mist
aew b+tch, blood and guts
doing cocaine with a couple sl+ts
mask on my facе and mask on my d+ck
i’m not tryna get aids from this b+tch
dirty ass hoe, she got a smеlly f+ckin’ cl+t
if i wasn’t having s+x i’d probably feel bad for my d+ck
need to drink something, forget about this
swim in the sewers, b+tch i’m dodging sewage
it takes no effort to make music
this sh+t’s real easy, anyone can do it
creep in the night, b+tch do you want a fight
i’ma send you so high up in the sky like a kite
[verse 2: saibot]
i creep in the moonlight, my sight don’t lie
with swamp at the greenlight
rest in the night, now i’m alive
she keep me on her mind
cast a spell on her, make her mine
i meet shawty at nighttime
her legs burning in my scythe
creep in the dark, in the full moon
lure that b+tch in like a raccoon
vampire smoke till i’m half full
you know i keep the blade too
i hang out in the sewer with the rats
with the vampire bats, and i’m telling you, you can get whacked
i’m posted with a goth b+tch, getting rich from her mixing my sh+t
[verse 3: jay mantra]
sweet like a crackhead looking for a fix
all i need is money, money, weed, on my list
roll my green till my mind forget
got a dutch, roll up, smoking like a jet
pop pills, i don’t even check the scripts
so dumb, it’s just i’ma take what i get
so dumb, everybody twiddling thumbs
i’ma rock em’ in his skull till i fracture the bones
scratching up the record like i’m mixing the song
and everybody wanna diss till they’re singing along
sweet like a crackhead looking for a fix
all i need is money, money, weed, on my list
roll my green till my mind forget
got a dutch, roll up, smoking like a jet
pop pills, i don’t even check the scripts
so dumb, it’s just i’ma take what i get
so dumb, everybody twiddling thumbs
i’ma rock em’ in his skull till i fracture the bones
scratching up the record like i’m mixing the song
and everybody wanna diss till they’re singing along
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