HOLY ft. idkruin Lyrics

If you wanna play, put a blade to your face Young ruin in the grave, all you see is blood rain

Pop 6 pills, now I'm feelin' insane, give a fuck bouta gang

I'm a young bloodhound, and I'm let out a cage, I'm fuckin your daughter, got dick in her brain

Talk like a bitch and you walk like a bitch, I can tell you ain't never felt no pain

I'ma show you today, chrome to your dome, you ain't never goin home

Return to the party with my lil bro joe

Four in the liter, got me movin so slow

Pop your bro and turn out your hoe

Rose from the slums, I don't need no homies

Look in the mirror and I see myself only

Blood wrist, cut my wrist so holy, what

My wrist so holy

Wrist so holy, pop these pills and turn into the old me

Hold me, Hold me

Don't let go, watch me turn into a ghost

Eyes wide shut, fly away with the smoke

Getting misty, must've missed me, this dream feels too real

They say my minds sick, but I don't feel ill

Down three pills, life gets surreal

I've grown so numb, it's hard to feel, just let it spill

One last kiss or one last kill

Live for the thrill, life's a movie, standin still

Picture this, a grimace grin

Losing game, no end or win

I've lost my brain, time and time again

Would you kindly find me, my old friend

I've lived a lie, it's time for death

Left for dead, no, not again

Zombies want me, want my head

Zombie man, I'm living dead

Bite my neck, vampiric love

Drinkin lean, washes down the blood

Slits on her wrist, so I kiss the cuts

My kids on her lip while I rip her guts

Rip her heart out her chest no need to fuss

Just give me blood and faith and trust

Do you really love me, is it just lust?

Slits on her wrist, so I kiss the cuts

Slits on her wrist, so I kiss the cuts

Yeah, if you wanna play, put the blade to your face

Young Ruin in the grave, all I see is blood rain

Pop 6 pills, now I'm feelin' insane, give a fuck bouta gang

I'm a young bloodhound, and I'm let out the cage, I'm fuckin your daughter, got dick in her brain

Talk like a bitch and you walk like a bitch, I can tell you ain't never felt no pain

I'ma show you today, blow to your dome, you ain't never goin home

Return to the party with my lil bro joe

Four in the liter, got me movin so slow

Pop your bro and turn out your hoe

Rose from the slums, I don't need no homies

Look in the mirror and I see myself only

Blood wrist, cut my wrist so holy, what

My wrist so holy