REESES PIECES Lyrics

[Coughs] (Oh shit is that blood?)

(HATEJAYDA's dead So RIP to me)

I don't fuck with yall

I don't fuck with anybody

I don't fuck with yall

I don't fuck with anybody

Dead inside my flesh and high as fuck I need an anchor

Any port in a storm

While I'm recording a porno

In green rooms blue smoke spill your blood on a waiver

Can't feel my legs above the wheel like I'm Professor Xavier

Lips split with letters

Or letter openers

Or zippers on the leather

She's my Heather

I'm her Christian fucking Slater or whatever

Let me burn or let me earn it

The tourniquet's tight

She wanna leave but don't know where her skirt is shit

I need Jesus

I need Reese's Pieces

I need piece of mind I need mine

I need five dumb hoes for my Gengar

And that's a party

So why you salty little nigga?

Bleed black for me yeah

I don't believe you

As if I fucking need to Shit

I need to sleep in the yard

Or find the keys to my car

Bloody mutton in my teeth

Sheep wander when I call em as we're leaving the bars

Summon demons with my dick and leave em love sick

Fuck it I been lost since a young'n

Middle finger to the public and I'm laughing cuz it's funny

But shit

I need Jesus

I need Reese's Pieces

(Fuck that is blood Goddammit)