Known Stranger ft. Prada Shy Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2019
Lyrics
If only I could feel your stare now, ooh
Cold air
If only I could feel your stare now, ooh
Cold air
Fuck y'all, stay low, got my fucking wrists cut
Vomit in my mouth every fucking time I wake up
Bloody lips, protruding ribs, stuck in a fucking cage
Eyes roll back shit here we go again
Overdose, death is close, popping fucking benzos, hoe
Numb the pain, cause the pain, everybody leaving me
All alone, I got my drugs, take that shit, replace the love
Love is fake, drugs are real, stomach hurts, fuck a meal
Look into my eyes you can see the fucking demise of me
Laying a casket boy you better set fire to me
Turn me into ashes that's the final fucking form of me
Vertigo's taking over where's my fucking klonopin?
Wrists glisten bright 'cus I fucking sliced
Pain in my brain it ain't fucking nice
Closer to the edge
Everybody dead
Me next, jump next, suicidal end, shit
Led by tears, head is spinning
Hearing vision, fuck both been disruptive
By my fucking mission, my eye lids are shut and quivering
Crying running to a distance
Mind is short sighted I'm fielding
Breaths of breathing uneven
Gone to places I been in
Seen faces I do my laces, I'm tongue tied in conversation
Hung up my eyes to pavement, something I can't say I'm sane-ist
Such as I embrace your fragrance, sample so, so hold me close, hoe
So cop you goals and all your home
Hoe deep throat my woes be thoughtful though
Seen faces I do my laces, I'm tongue tied in conversation
Hung up my eyes to pavement, something I can't say I'm sane-ist
Such as I embrace your fragrance, sample so, so hold me close, hoe
So cop you goals and all your home
Hoe deep throat my woes be thoughtful though
Vertigo's taking over where's my fucking klonopin?
Wrists glisten bright 'cus I fucking sliced
Pain in my brain it ain't fucking nice
Closer to the edge
Everybody dead
Me next, jump next, suicidal end, shit
If only I could feel your stare now