La Dicius Lyrics

Tell me what you want

At the bottom of your heart

Run a switchblade right into the front

Ain't a fight if we gonna have to run

Through the night

I ain't liable to cut throat now lemme take a bite off the back

In the back seat of the damn taxi

Trigger finger on my head that a bad scene

Cigerrette butt pushing right down on my skin

Leave a burn on my heart counting every single sin

What's the problem withchu

That a probable truth?

What's a proper detune?

What do property do?

Wasn't trying to be cruel

I'm just trying to be cool

We just trying to be new

We ain't trying to be stupid

What's good I'm coming for vengeance

And I'm now counting my digits

I need a couple more figures

Then I can take home my people

I don't need no more discomfort

Maybe some purple endeavour

Mixed with some herb and some vapour

That keeps me calm and no later

Do I walk into the room right with my presets and bitches

I talking higher power satan style

I say that I'm rich

And I'm the Giver of fun na na

Line up the haters

So you can plead to the greatness

And I can hand out the freedom

And now I'm

Sowing the seeds

Then I row in defeat

Then I grow in the pit

But if you leave it to me

If you say I'm wasted

Guess I'll Kill you too, bitch

Now my memory erased

And feel it too, shit