Waning ft. SMEB Lyrics

(And all so ends)

Case closed

He's a dead man

Get the squad on the line

Caught with red hands

Hold your fire

What's the game plan

Does he get the choir or the trash can

Let me know

Cause the aim ain't steady

Don't you let him go

I can get it ready

Off the blindfold

So he knows it's deadly

Don't you stop now

'Til he's dead and buried

Below the ground

My days are waning

No I don't need praying

Keep it for someone worth saving

Below the ground

My days are waning

No I don't need praying

Keep it for someone worth saving

Stick and stones always broke my bones

But the words hurt too

And I know you knew

With your virtues brutal

Took it farther too

Did it further you

Burn a bridge

Did it ferry to

Any loosened tooth

Fill the cavity

Drill it through and through

Charge a packing fee

Keep it past its due

So the past and me

I don't ship it, dude

Finder's tax

And I'm keeping that

I don't want shit back

But I'm bound to ask

For anything that can meet my needs

See I'm fiendishly after greedy things

If it's greasing palms

I can pass it off

Like I'm shaking hands with a confidant

If it's stealing alms

Then I'm not above

Breaking plates or pans

Getting what I want

(Six feet, six feet, six six feet)

The deeper the cut, the longer the bleed

Let it all out, it won't matter to me

(Six feet, six feet, six six Feet)

The deeper the cut, the longer the bleed

Let it all out, it won't matter to me

(Six Six Six feet)

Below the ground

My days are waning

No I don't need praying

Keep it for someone worth saving

Below the ground

My days are waning

No I don't need praying

Keep it for someone worth saving

I swear to god

I didn't mean to hurt myself

Since seventeen, ignored my mental health

Presently, guess I'm reaping what I sowed

Reaper please, can you tell me is this hell

If it is I'll just play the hand I'm dealt

Trap card, but I played it on itself

Back board, I'mma need another foul

Free throw but in real life

Knees broke, out of bounds twice

We know, yeah that sounds right

Femur broke at the goal line

Low life in the low light

If the gutter fits, guess it's home right

Nomad, it ain't that bad

If the slipper fits after midnight

(Six feet, six six six feet)

(Six feet, six six six feet)

(Six feet, six feet, six feet)

(Six feet, six feet, six six feet)

Below the ground