The Wages of Sin Is Death (Explicit)-Pouya

歌手 : Pouya

专辑 : Dirt/Hurt/Pain (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:58

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TXT The Wages of Sin Is Death (Explicit)-Pouya 文本歌词

作词 : Kevin Pouya/Michele Scatamacchia

作曲 : Kevin Pouya/Michele Scatamacchia

MTM, hit 'em with the heat

What a surprise, the vibe get eerie when I slide

Who can I trust when my whole gang is dead inside?

The way I move be so low-key, tints on the ride

Just wrote a verse, say yeah, yeah, yeah, that's bread for life

The way this life work got me thinking I ain't real

Should I just blow my head off, see how that **** feel?

Or should I stick around and grow old like my dad?

The way this time be ticking, feel like it's too fast

I'm running out of time, slowly running out of time

Baby Bone so cold, I got the ocean frozen overnight

Pistol grip right by the hip in case they want to take my life

You roll the dice, you pay the price

Four, five, six, so give me my chips

Don't make me have to tell you twice

I need advice to cope with all my vices

Off that Xanax and that Vicodin, got me feeling lifeless

Like I'm slowly crawling out my home, my foes gon' fold

I bite, no bark, when the world goes dark

I feel at home again

Lord, forgive me for all of my sins

I'm just trying to win, in this world full of losers

I'm running out of time, slowly running out of time