Now your wrists are covered in red
You already know you're dead
Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head
Skies are black, clouds are red
Wasnt worth always feeling dead.
Holla out my set
But im back to seek redemption, i forgot to mention,
I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression
Blue or red? neither...you're dead too
I'm hoping that this letter reaches you
Redemption comes with accepted and wishes the miss well
Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell
Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,
And my vision isn't set on the money i get
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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