Deadroses
Heart been cold since the day i was born
Get harder to trust when you pick up the phone
It's a lot of the lust not enough of my home
Trippin so much i need my wheels in chrome
Heart won't heal till my jaw made of gold
And my tongue spit out diamonds when i speak on the phone
Need a bitch wit my name tatted up on her dome
And a crib so big when i step i be roamin'
This blood it be drippin but it ain't my own
Put the pen to the pad and i write up a storm
She medusa the way she turn life into stone
And the knife in my back jus remind me of home
I gotta vendetta, i'm keepin my head up
I'm strapped wit a blade and my hand filled wit chedda
I stay gettin faded but lately i'm fed up
But fuck how i feel i'm steady wit bread up
Fuck what a bitch gon say
Hope she look both ways when she say i am fake
Bake me a cake with the dough i done saved
Got a lot up on my plate
I patiently wait cus i know i am great
Carryin freight from the bank
Grindin so hard every mother fuckin day
Only got myself to thank
Heart been cold since the day i was born
Get harder to trust when you pick up the phone
It's a lot of the lust not enough of my home
Trippin so much i need my wheels in chrome
Heart won't heal till my jaw made of gold
And my tongue spit out diamonds when i speak on the phone
Need a bitch wit my name tatted up on her dome
And a crib so big when i step i be roamin'
Lately been losing my patience
I step to a cadence and start the rotation
I got my ass up on probation
They want a vacation i gave em no places
My brain it gon tell me to face it
I drop a notation i'm keepin it faceless
No shame in this bitch
It ain't no game in this bitch
I cock and aim in the bitch
Cus ain't no lames in this shit
I got the roses and they red
I got the roses and they red
I got the roses and they dead
I got the roses and they dead
Heart been cold since the day i was born
Get harder to trust when you pick up the phone
It's a lot of the lust not enough of my home
Trippin so much i need my wheels in chrome
Heart won't heal till my jaw made of gold
And my tongue spit out diamonds
When i speak on the phone
Need a bitch wit my name tatted up on her dome
And a crib so big when i step i be roamin'
Get harder to trust when you pick up the phone
It's a lot of the lust not enough of my home
Trippin so much i need my wheels in chrome
Heart won't heal till my jaw made of gold
And my tongue spit out diamonds when i speak on the phone
Need a bitch wit my name tatted up on her dome
And a crib so big when i step i be roamin'
This blood it be drippin but it ain't my own
Put the pen to the pad and i write up a storm
She medusa the way she turn life into stone
And the knife in my back jus remind me of home
I gotta vendetta, i'm keepin my head up
I'm strapped wit a blade and my hand filled wit chedda
I stay gettin faded but lately i'm fed up
But fuck how i feel i'm steady wit bread up
Fuck what a bitch gon say
Hope she look both ways when she say i am fake
Bake me a cake with the dough i done saved
Got a lot up on my plate
I patiently wait cus i know i am great
Carryin freight from the bank
Grindin so hard every mother fuckin day
Only got myself to thank
Heart been cold since the day i was born
Get harder to trust when you pick up the phone
It's a lot of the lust not enough of my home
Trippin so much i need my wheels in chrome
Heart won't heal till my jaw made of gold
And my tongue spit out diamonds when i speak on the phone
Need a bitch wit my name tatted up on her dome
And a crib so big when i step i be roamin'
Lately been losing my patience
I step to a cadence and start the rotation
I got my ass up on probation
They want a vacation i gave em no places
My brain it gon tell me to face it
I drop a notation i'm keepin it faceless
No shame in this bitch
It ain't no game in this bitch
I cock and aim in the bitch
Cus ain't no lames in this shit
I got the roses and they red
I got the roses and they red
I got the roses and they dead
I got the roses and they dead
Heart been cold since the day i was born
Get harder to trust when you pick up the phone
It's a lot of the lust not enough of my home
Trippin so much i need my wheels in chrome
Heart won't heal till my jaw made of gold
And my tongue spit out diamonds
When i speak on the phone
Need a bitch wit my name tatted up on her dome
And a crib so big when i step i be roamin'
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Writer(s): Jaden Michael Hone
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