Tammy Devaul Lyrics

What you heard about a Seance

I talk to the dead and pray for some

Double cup I'm smoking up all the subs

Going dumb like Billy Madison uh

Afterlife there ain't one

Atlas now holding up the sun

Shine that light through the grey clouds

Right moves to make on plum island sound

I'm about a dime a dozen now

Copycats turn them all to clowns

My lane is high off of the ground

Still my grave has become my house

Yuh

Happiness is a drought

I taught myself now figure it out

My brain is falling out of my mouth

Grey snow in my nose I'm plowed

Pussy ass bitch tryna steal my shit

Better keep your head down in your whip

Emptying the clip

Tydec you a bitch

Gonna wind up in stitches talking like a snitch

Step to me I'm a take you down

Mean mugging when I'm thugging

Only seeing my frown

Ain't no hoes down

When you coming from A-Town

Man I'm throwing up the set when

12 running round

Half a pound

Break it down

Pocket full of checks

That I'm cashing now

666 bands in my pocket how

Ate the shrooms

Bouta quarter to noon

Too loud

Still drove to switch

Trippin balls shouldn't drive

But no one else will

What a thrill

$uicide on my mind

Got hives

From the Mary

Smoke burning my eyes

Got a couple plays to make

No lie

Red fucking the seat to the car while we ride

Now He tripping out fuckin a bitch on the side

Legs spreading wide

Trying to turn a hoe to a wife

Ducking with your olive oil looking ass bitch

Fuckboi was a casual perry this shit

On the hunt ripping up a cunt

All the bitches want this

But a hoe don't know

Unknown never stunt

Wanna dip

Me too

Count a clip

That's it

Got my money in my pocket

And the blade on my hip

Lean in my cup

Mushrooms in the pit

Of my stomach I must admit

I'm bouta trip

Platinum bands around 2 slit wrists

Oh the blood so good gotta give it a lick

Look into my eyes see your demise

Body oxidized

Full a bugs and flys

But once you realize

You were meant to fly

It'll be too late now say goodbye

Committing crimes

With no alibi

Homicide always on my mind

Yeah I said it before

Crave suicide

Till the day I die

Maybe pacify

The voices in my head they drowning me I

Can not sleep or find peace yet I still wonder why

Synapses now scattered beneath all the heaps of the baggage I bottled and drowned With the rye