DEADCITYPEOPLE (OG)

OG INSTRUMENTAL: ROLAND JONES - STRICTLY ROBB LYRICS: it's a blood on my hands? Or it's just another dream When i walking on some shit, some shit of a skulls and wrists Why they always fucking lazy, this so hard just to be real? Loosing time, where's my disks? Where's the shows like Shaun want Sheep Little nails in my belly make me rust like father's jeans All my breakfast it's a coffee without motherfucking milk I gotta tears on my heart, gotta shoots on my back Don't like doctors, want surround me? Bitch, i'm feel like quarterback All my room in smoke of swear with farts and motherfucking coffee Now i ain‘t give a fuck ‘bout pretty, i was ain’t give a fuck bout nothing