[Intro]
Emptiness has darkened my eyes [5x]
[Verse 1: Yung Christ]
Got a b**h out the sewer
She does something to me
Everytime I look her in the eyes I start to feel sh**ty
Got a b**h in my Chevy
Met her on the levee
We was smoking and loc'n
Choking and loafin'
It's that player from the f**ing 5 0 4
White junkie piece of sh** prolly f**ing your hoe
Got my hand on the wheel
Codeine on my lips
Creeping in the cut
Other hand on a b**h
No money to count
Just heads to mount
Indo rolled up, put that a** to mouth
$uicidal dreams of dying with my team
Dope on the triple beam
Reaper blowing steam
Charged with possession
My life is depressing
That's why I'm f**ing all these b**hes on the top of their dressers
Yung J-Will
Scripts stay filled
No reason to feel
Just reason to k**, hoe
[Verse 2: Yung $now]
I got my hand up the Mona Lisa's skirt
p**y wetter than when I was petting the Virgin Mary
They call it Jesus Christ's birth
Smoking Frankincense and Myrrh
Catch a motherf**er ducking
Tuck him in the trunk and throw him in the motherf**ing dirt
Riding with the spinners on the hearse
Swerving like I'm f**ing hurt
Pull up to the scene and f**ing lurk
Stoned to d**h then resurrected
Now I'm f**ing burnt
All I need in this life I live is a rusty f**ing blade so I can slice my wrists
I don't need no b**h by my side I'd rather die in a ditch
Creeping on the other side
End up lighting a spliff