Letra de Today is a beautiful day to die - Scrim

They see the cars and the cribs, and I see their face, and they in denial

I know that look when I see it, wish they could be us, they get suicidal

Bringing that ghost to the hood might pitch up a tint like it's a revival

They know when they step in the north the shit can get thick this shit can get tribal

Get out the way

Get out the way

Get out the way

Get out the way

High as bitch when im whipping, im cutting em off they say I got road rage

So many plaques in the crib, my face is all over like it's a homepage

I put them rocks on her body, now she like Wilma, she in her stone age

Balenci took over the closet other designers, I'll have to donate

I done lost count of the Oxys, all I can tell you is that I got no pain

All of my shooters, they could never lack, that's why they do X or cocaine

Propane up in my truck and up in my blunt, you know it's the same thing

No, I can't tell you the time, but what I can tell you is that it's a Plain Jane

Tick, tick, tock

Tick, tick, tock

59 put the world on notice

Too paid like the whole world owed us

Too up like who the fuck woke us

It's a shake down now when we show up

Get out the way

Get out, get out

Get out the way

Get out, get out

Get out the way

Get out, get out

Get out the way

Get out the way, I'm tripped out

Get out the way, I'm-

Get out the way, I'm tripped out

Get out the way, I'm-

Get out the way, I'm tripped out

Formaldehyde got me clicked out

Demons they all in my head, controlling my hands that blick ima whip out

Demons they all in my head, and they ain't gone stop until I go crash out

I'm jumping out of the gym, my arm in the rim, and pulling the glass down

Telling my bitch, fuck out my face, too high to be pulling my mask down

Too many Xans, I need me an Addy, feel like I'm bout to pass out

I put my shooters on go, but yea they all know that I get the last shot

Look at him go, he banging his chest, but yea we all know he a mascot

Tired of telling this bitch I'm fucked in the head I'm never gone snap out

Call up the hearse, call up the hearse

Yeah, somebody call up the hearse

Somebody bring me a coffin

Digging graves up in the woods

My bitch is thinking I lost it

All of my fam they dead

All of my gang is zombies

I been making too much bread

I could never be a commie

10 thots in a suite

10 Glocks in the lobby

Cross tatted on my neck

Tell the devil get behind me

Get out the way

Get out the way

Get out, get out

Get out the way

Get out, get out

Get out the way

High as bitch when I'm whipping, I'm cutting em off they say I got road rage

So many plaques in the crib, my face is all over like it's a homepage

I put them rocks on her body, now she like Wilma, she in her stone age

Balenci took over the closet other designers, I'll have to donate

I done lost count of the Oxys, all I can tell you is that I got no pain

All of my shooters, they could never lack, that's why they do X or Cocaine

Propane up in my truck and up in my blunt, you know it's the same thing

No, I can't tell you the time, but what I can tell you is that it's a Plain Jane

Tick, tick, tock

Tick, tick, tock

Tick, tick, tock

Tick, tick, tock

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