COFFIN ft. Conny Franko & Haunted Gauntlet Lyrics

Pictures with no frames

Families from flying saucers

Cicadas play the pom poms

I dated coffins

Sweet way to say

I'm used to shade

As an eighties object

I replay pain, paragraphs

My maybes soften

Babies bought in

Then baby I brought back

Nodding to Conny crack

Oochi wally, black wally rap

Nollie back heel, nollie flip flat

Nollie flip your newborn on a piggyback

Conny gone, give me cap

Gas for village

Gas for your children

Bracket their masters in a massive packet of feelings

Take blood from their calves

It's the bastards of buildings

Cap everyone one of their tags

Tag them, tattle I hit them

God of the automatics

Autocratics failed the classless system

Caste benign love

Ask them what's smitten

To the shrine shrub that died once

Born again like Jesus Christ was

Trinity's three limes sliced cousin

Everyday day we die for reasons

In a four by four raised bed

More born per season

War kill gods

Cost increasing

Docile demons go for jogs after their jobs then they sleep in

Weekends pretend they not dogs but deacons

Who's wrong to be preaching

Cops killed George Floyd on cement

BIPOCs it's been killing season

Since Columbus's BI was to keep a queen in appeasement

Facts