NIGHT WALKER Lyrics

I think a murder spree in order

For my personal retort

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That boy pussy, out of order

Trauma settles, inner presence

It done made you someone else

But no excuse for all your ignorance

Can you save you from my hell

I'm boutta put ten shots

In yo back pocket

An you'll bounce off of the floor

Smoke some "bad" chronic

You'll pass on me

I think you asked for more

Don't dial no nine-one-one

Cause ya body ain't move

Till the sun turn red

And held account-a-ble

For all that shit that you just did

My brother turned me a to a bitter soul

Who's spun up in the head

I've have to live with burning images

That haunt my love with dread

I can't compete with charismatics

Simply cause I ain't built

To have a raging narassicm paired with psychopathic guilt

So fuck you ride for me

Cause all the time we had

Was lived with flawless execution

Not a fate gone bad

Done giving up conflict for their sake

If I want that war better know I'd take it

Put somebody in my place to fuck my bitch

So I would die alone

I see you pivot like the snaking fucker that you are

One day you love em than you switch up

Screaming holy ego

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Till I'm pissed off and act out

A fact don't lose

Till it's charmed and it's sat down

A pact we made yeah self to self

I been backstabbed once I don't plan on the next round

Oh yeah

I don't know

How you move so manifold

You spread yo wings

Witta locked - in scope on things you want

But couldn't hold

Manipulate with lusted dreams

You feed on what they give to ya

If rooted, I am jealousy, but tell your girl

Who you have breached

I'm boutta put 10 shots

In yo back pocket

An you'll bounce off of the floor

Smoke some "bad" chronic

You'll pass on me

I think you asked for more

Don't dial no nine-one-one

Cause ya body ain't move

Till the sun turn red

And held account-a-ble

For all that shit that you just did

I'm boutta put 10 shots

In yo back pocket

An you'll bounce off of the floor

Smoke some "bad" chronic

You'll pass on me

I think you asked for more

Don't dial no nine-one-one

Cause ya body ain't move

Till the sun turn red

And held account-a-ble

For all that shit that you just did