[Verse 1] I don't need your praise, get the fuck up out my space Hold on I don't need your plays, do not click up on my face Rather die up on the vine, with every word I got inside Then disperse myself for months, a world in a fashion I dislike And I think its about that time, I'ma show the world them fuckin rhymes How you pass away deep down inside Found a new plot with a brand new life Got a hundred shoes still I got one knife Get it everyday like I got one night Though they never act like they got one life, they fucking up every day and just thinking they can come back from that, but they can't And Its sad to me
[Verse 2] Waking up gotta get my shit together Trench coat swinging in any weather Looking at my gold while they search for treasure proof is in the puddin Bones do it better That don't mean that I teach it to ya That just mean that I'm the reaper to ya Take you when I please and then I leave you with the leaves and let you sleep with natureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
