متن و پخش آهنگ Lighting the Flames of My Own Personal Hell از $uicideBoy$
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Dark, dark Dark, dark (We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service) (Please check the number or try your call again) (This is a recording) Dark, dark Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas We comin' straight out of the dark, dark Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas We comin' straight out of the dark, dark Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas We comin' straight out of the dark, dark Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas We comin' straight out of the dark, dark The one pullin' all them robberies The boy who's born from $carecrow ($carecrow) Came up from the slums, walking product of the ghеtto I can't feel my face but feeling great as the vicе goes Round and round and pound for pound, life going in a circle From pentagrams to Instagram, mainstream the 6 Them boys can hate, I got their fate, suck on my dick AKs all around me, want to die, pick out a stick Grave been dug, load up a slug, lay him to rest up in a ditch Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas We comin' straight out of the dark, dark Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas We comin' straight out of the dark, dark Southside Shorty outside, the late morning Not a knock, empty out the Glock Dot in front the .40, turnin' you into a pourin' 40 Or I'll come up back when you're poor and 40 Take it how you want, take it as a warning Don't ever ignore me (nah) Hide behind the door, me and the fellars bring the storm We'll keep it coming (keep it coming) Mixin' up milligrams of millimeters, nine in the chamber Got .30 inside the heater, bloody nose, I smell the reaper Smoke surrounds my steps, I'm either chokin' on my breath or reefer Coughin' 'til my death, I'm eager, leaving all my fans as grievers Dark, dark Dark, dark ♪
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