English Songs

To kill and feel no remorseTo brutally apply forceTo take away what is yoursAnd leave your body a corpseJust take away everythingTo watch the curtains drop inInto the nothing withinTo make the jump without wingsTo take the leap to nothingRid my original sinTo feel the rain on your skinAll while the pendulum swingsTo hear the […]

Porsche headlights, midnight, feel like a golden godPorsche headlights come out the side, look like a glowing frogLoad it up, golden cup with Jesus’ blood, I’ve seen it allTen years, blood, sweat and love, still standing tall The quest stands on the edge of a knifePut it in my chest, take what’s insideBlack beamer Benz,

You’ll never find another like meI guess I slipped right through the wireFor ten years, man I’ve been spitefulWalking around with my whole head on fireBut everybody’s gotta ageAnd all the music gonna fadeNo, I won’t dig a grave and dieUnless these people know my name Until it’s up in flamesUntil I seal my fateUntil

No, no, no, no, noNo, no, no, no, no Stand up straight now (Ooh)Can’t break down (Ooh)Graduate now (Ooh) I don’t wanna be hereI don’t wanna be here It’s a taste test (Ooh)Of what I hate less (Ooh)Can you die of anxiousness? (Ooh) I don’t wanna be hereI don’t wanna be hereWhat’s about to happen?What’s

I guess I lost my life againIt’s just one of those nights againNo one wants their life to endDrownin’ now in the life of sinI guess I lost my life againIt’s just one of those nights againNo one wants their life to endDrownin’ now in the life of sin Yeah (Oh-oh), yeah (Oh-oh)Yeah (Oh-oh), yeah

(If you link up with Frenchie)UhHuh, psh, uh, psh, uh(Who that, Trell?)UhUh, psh, pshHuh, huh I put these racks in a duffel, huhMy trap doin’ numbersWhen I get there and hustle, we fuckin’Beatin’ pussy from the back, go bonkers, uhOutside, I want it in summerWhen she first met me, had a hundred on meAin’t wanna

(She freaky)She a lil’ freak, she on me(Yeah, she freaky)She a lil’ freak, she for the streets(Ah, freak out) Six digits on the check, took it to the bankCommas after commas, make ya boy— (Freak out)Got a ten comin’ over, only me to thankShootin’ blanks on her back, make a girl— (Freak out)My wrist AP-sy,

Nigga, yeah, niggaBig Za(Gentle Beatz)Nigga, nigga I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)And I’m ’bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)These hoes stay choosin’ (Huh?), trap straight boomin’ (Yeah)I’m a pack mover (Yeah), I’m a weight loser (Yeah)I can make the dope stretch, I can teach