Serpent, burn in Hell Burn me alive and take my life back, I don't deserve this body Every day is another battle, and I'm tired of fighting The devil grabs my throatthroat, and now I know that I'm not the only one to blame Years of empty bottles and broken

We're going to shoot you But don't get the wrong idea And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound That could change just how this

It's the first time Those are honest words Crossed out a lyric, discerned And those are honest words Otherwise I'm told waiting to choke them way down in my throat I rewrote the start, with a stab at the end I blotted out all that I've wrote Rubbed away

Yeah, you're a natural You gotta be so cold A beating heart of stone To make it in this world Living your life cutthroat That's the price you pay Leave behind your heartache, cast away Just another product of today

End of discussion I went from nothing to something I want them real deal hunnids Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani Pussy tsunami Ain't talkin' no money, it's nothing Big bag, truckload (huh) I'm in her throat (throat) Plug call, I finesse for the

Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke I'm thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin' the pain Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throatthroat, poppin' out all of her

I don't know what came over me I'm too dumb for words Here we are, now where are we? It's like nothing I've ever seen we got hoarse-throated huckster's whispered gimmicks Rubbernecking the curious cynics and headlong-walkers, One born every minute do I

Slit my wrists, take away the pain Slit my throatthroat, everyone's to blame Lost in the fields of confusion Restless nights, they're not far away I came here for something and I'm not turning back A calm piece of mind but you still hold my keys Keeping my

Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable Unforgivable Once you cross me, hoe Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut ThroatThroat (pow!) Let the gun bang Nuts hang, drug

I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong Savage and an angel, we call out in tantrum Glad I kept on your throatthroat, we would rather turn down And I think she bankrupt Breathe, breathe I need it, I'm a mess, now Skin on you is always