Tranquility Lane lyrics

b*tch I f*ckin pull up wit some codeine on my seat, aye, rollin through your town tell me where you wanna meet, aye, you f*ckers know I'm down like I'm 6 feet underneath, aye, demon f*ckin clown Pennywise don't f*ckin sleep, aye...

b*tch you ain't about it...
Earth is f*ckin crowded...
Bodies form a mountain...
Wrist a f*ckin fountain...
Now I'm all surrounded...
Hear how fake you soundin...
See me f*ckin drownin...
Resurrection of a shaman aye...

b*tch I'm in a trace still I'm trynna get more faded...
Come and take a glance you know all my blades serrated...
Feed you to my fans slice your b*tch ass up and bake it...
Pocket full of Xan's b*tch I know you f*ckin hate it...
Surgically enhanced Doctor Satan wit a patient...
Gut your f*ckin man's in the back refrigerarated...
Blunt inside my hand spark it up and smell the fragrance...
Trap and make some band's put that sh*t up in my savings...

Demons in my head and I be fadin away...
Copy down your IP then I see where you stay...
Try to hate on hØllÖw from the bottom of a grave...
Emo Puerto Rican wit the blackened nail paint...
Bet you when you see me I'll be bangin on Grey...
Chucky motherf*cker when you see me let's play...
Demented motherf*cker Yung Charles Lee Ray...
Cuts up on my wrists and I embody my pain...
Numb from all the coke when I be cuttin up grain...
Snort another line and take a hit of that strain...
Guess I hate myself cause there ain't no one else to blame...
Once I'm up on top I'll grab a noose and I'll hang...
Bloody f*ckin rain and see it drip from my veins...
Tell my f*ckin girlfriend that I love her then bang...
She reload the gun then she do the exact same...
Junkie 17 I bet I'll die before fame, yuh...