‎night walker lyrics

[Intro]
Jash!
Vexx

[Pre-Chorus]
I think a murder spree in order for my personal retort
Cut copy information travels, that boy pus*y, out of order
Trauma settles, inner presence, it done made you someone else
But no excuse for all your ignorance, can you save you from my hell

[Chorus]
I’m boutta put 10 shots in yo' back pocket and you’ll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some bad chronic, you’ll pass on me, I think you asked for more
Don’t dial no 9-1-1, 'cause ya' body ain’t move 'til the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble for all that sh*t that you just did

[Verse 1]
My brother turned me a to a bitter soul who’s spun up in the head
I’ve have to live with burnin' images that haunt my love with dread
I can’t compete with charismatics, simply 'cause I ain’t built
To have a ragin' narcism paired with psychopathic guilt
So f*ck, you ride for me? 'Cause all the time we had
Was lived with flawless execution, not a fate gone bad?
Done givin' up conflict for their sake, if I want that war, better know I’d take it
Put somebody in my place to f*ck my b*tch so I would die alone
[Verse 2]
I see you pivot like the snakin' f*cker that you are
One day you love 'em, then you switch up Screaming “Holy ego!”
Background music 'til I’m p*ssed off and act out, a fact don’t lose
'Til it’s charmed and it’s sat down, a pact we made, yeah, self to self
I been backstabbed once, I don’t plan on the next round
Oh yeah, I don’t know how you move so manifold
You spread yo' wings wit' a locked in scope on things you want
But couldn’t hold, manipulate with lusted dreams
You feed on what they give to ya'
If rooted, I am jealousy, but tell your girl who you have breached

[Chorus]
I’m boutta put 10 shots in yo' back pocket and you’ll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some bad chronic, you’ll pass on me, I think you asked for more
Don’t dial no 9-1-1, 'cause ya' body ain’t move 'til the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble for all that sh*t that you just did
I’m boutta put 10 shots in yo' back pocket and you’ll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some bad chronic, you’ll pass on me, I think you asked for more
Don’t dial no 9-1-1, 'cause ya' body ain’t move 'til the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble for all that sh*t that you just did

[Outro]
Jash!