Morgue

Came to your door, now we run through your house

We send shots, made him bleed, now there's blood on the floor

Then we killed his mom and his grandma, we emptied the house

Line em up, now they're down at the morgue

When baby with me she real sweet till we get inside the bedroom, that's when she turned to a whore

There ain't no savior for me, it's in 7th grade that I realized that there ain't no Lord

I ain't been feeling real patient When I'm sipping down the bottle, don't chase it

Keep making music, won't make it

Think of all the time and money you've wasted

You looking cold, have a blanket