Stole This Beat (cuz u sed 2) Lyrics

Toxic girls the only ones who talk to me

I just wanna feel the warmth or the pain of another body

Yeah a hollow shell of a ghost from Hell

I ain't ever coming back or being honest with myself

Girl be gentile

Before I pop these pills

Just another overdose

I hope this one kills

Another facebook post

About a happy meal

All of these piss-ons

Are giving me reasons

To fuck all these bitches

And listen to demons

They real

Calling my name in my head and it's giving me chills

Wish I was back in my bed 86 all my thrills

Wishing well covered in 10$ bills

When I'm not on drugs the vision stay too long

Spent my last eight dollars on some Adderall

Fuck it all

Back from hell

With a smell

Looks like the devil gave up on me

But he wasn't ready for me to relapse and tell

All of these fuckers run away from the bell

When I'm not on drugs the vision stay too long

Spent my last eight dollars on some Adderall

Fuck it all

Raising hellfire lightning crashing in on my rocky shore help

Running until the tales of demise let him know that I'm ready to cut off his head and stick Him in a well

Feel the blade on my skin fillet

Tho no pain

Running up my veins

Feel insane

Always thinking mang

Fuck all this shit all

The chaos is bliss

I'm jumping in the abyss

My blunt is lit without my lighter

My hand is on fire shit

"If you steal this beat I'm gonna fuck you in the ass"

"But like, you told me to"

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I'm fully aware of what I'm doing"

"Can't you see?"

Wake up call to Unknown The Plague's wave

Begging for my life to end

I'm grey

Make a stain

No pain

Just a way to make fame

How I change lanes

Make change

All day

No gains

No reigns

Many others tried to fucking feel me

Touching on me like I was the BeeGees

Why though it beats me

I just want a three piece

Pack a bong real neat

Shirt is bloody from the nose bleeds

The more I cash checks

Stack bread

Auditory oddities

Turning up in my head

The more I make waves

The more I turn to a mess

Lack luster life

Is it the wine or is it me that lacks legs?

The more I spread legs

The more I get head

Upstanding man

The more I feel spent

Work bent

The more I spread death

To the rest the less I feel

Like killing myself