Untitled Song

Imma make y'all feel this one

 

I got reckless demon in my hallways

If not of the blood of a lamb den it could be reckless soul play

like child's play ainn no chuckling wit a death rate

take me to the throne

I think like Ye im gon be late

im on my way home

ghetto blues I feel like sorrow's foreign

without a battlefield den war is kinda boring

Pour da ciroc pour me some orange juice

Homicide without a Noose

More of it Pour it in

bag da bong of orange dreams

killin my brain cells to find out

da climate of smoke is on time's out

A coma of blues....achoo

juss noww caught da bird flu

tipsy,i tip da blount itz flimsy