Counting sheep until I'm sound sleep I'm lounging deep in a grave I found Without a sound or peep, I lay in the grond 6 feet Slick as sleet Sneaking a beat Let the breath leak out my mouth Bitch, I want your skull Fuck what's under your skirt You broke my heart and now Ima ima make you hurt Stomp you on the curb and then I'll throw you in the dirt Give you back to the Earth Girl you were something special Yeah you were my fucking first You want to cuddle? We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse
[Verse 2: Pontius Pilate]
I don't need your sympathy Make them bitches sing for me Caught up in reality, smoking on some fantasy Put the gun against my head Pull the trigger now I'm dead Bitches wanna count my bread Only let them give me head Sleeping in a tulip bed Smoking green and seeing red Loading up the clip with lead Trigger finger soft as thread No jewels, no chains, I like it that way Don't know what I'm up to until that Glock in your face I pop that bitch and I spray Got these hoes on delay All it take is one word they do whatever I sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
