Vanta Lyrics

I'm out of luck

No sleep

Yet cant get up

I'm out of touch

Dead dreams

And empty cups

Don't give a fuck

I'm breaking in for your bucks

I'm raking in hella sluts

While you're banking that she's the one

Yeah

Funny thing about that

I hit it cause her ass fat

I thought you thought you knew that

Homie homie my bad

My bad sides been on the rise

In between her thighs at sun rise

Low tides in her eyes my eyes see

Raining blood from the skies

Cut out my tongue

And slit my throat

Just to save you from the lies

Only holster my gun

Once I hear an angel cry

What a life

For a guy

That doesn't ever seem to die

Why

Why

You gotta do me like this

Is it cause my wrists slit

Cause I woke up feeling pissed

On some fuck the world shit

What's the word for

When you want it all to burn

See your ashes in the urn

And daylight makes your stomach turn

Can it be my

No it can't

I got lessons left to learn

Hold me back

Might be off track

I've still got some time to turn

Turn a little bit of this

into a little bit of that

Make some magic on the track

And get your girl to rub my back

Back track to the days

When I wasn't getting pain

Now every night I'm getting laid

By an un paid maid

In the shade in the Everglades

In a suede tank top

And Gucci flip flops

You know I can't stop bitch