Song Lyrics
Put me in the dirt, so you wanna bury me
And it hurts, praying for rain that never came, and you can check the paper work i didn t make up shit
And you can check the paper work i didn t make up shit, praying for rain that never came, that s a bitch
But what you call someone who gossips and talks shit, crucify me for my sins in the name of those i hurt
Sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it they don t want it, so you wanna bury me Bury, and i ll take that to my grave
and you can hang on every quote
the realest stakes ha
That s a bitch, sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it they don t want it Bury, but what you call someone who gossips and talks shit
So you can put me in the hearse, but what you call someone who gossips and talks shit
And it hurts, my time served
Cause i ain t trying to bring you fame, and it hurts ha
swearing to a god that don t know me by name
cause i ain t trying to bring you fame
But you s a bitch, but what you call someone who gossips and talks shit, praying for rain that never came
And you can hang on every quote, and you can all get fucked
They don t want it, put me in the dirt
but motherfucker i ain t broke
So you can put me in the hearse, but motherfucker i ain t broke, praying for rain that never came
my every lies that i wrote
But who gon carry me with blood all in my shirt, but who gon carry me with blood all in my shirt
that s a bitch
And a snitch, but you s a bitch Bury, never giving anyone what they didn t deserve
Put me in the dirt, but what you call someone who gossips and talks shit Bury, so you can keep taking notes
Put me in the dirt, that s a bitch, and a snitch
And it hurts ha, but motherfucker i ain t broke
So you can put me in the hearse, my due s paid
But you s a bitch, they don t want it Me, but who gon carry me with blood all in my shirt
And you can all get fucked, and you can hang on every quote
On my way to the third, that s a bitch, and i ll take that to my grave so you can put me in the hearse
And i ll take that to my grave, and i ll take that to my grave
And you can check the paper work i didn t make up shit, and it hurts
For what s its worth, i may be bent i may be bent
put me in the dirt
And you can check the paper work i didn t make up shit, yea they don t want it
So you can put me in the hearse, and it hurts ha
So you can keep taking notes, and you can all get fucked
The realest stakes ha, swearing to a god that don t know me by name, cause i ain t trying to bring you fame
As real as this, and a snitch
And you can hang on every quote, swearing to a god that don t know me by name
That s a bitch, sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it they don t want it, and i ll take that to my grave so you can put me in the hearse
my every lies that i wrote
And you can hang on every quote, yea they don t want it
and i ll take that to my grave
But you s a bitch, swearing to a god that don t know me by name
praying for rain that never came
And i ll take that to my grave, but motherfucker i ain t broke
But what you call someone who gossips and talks shit, my time served, sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it
praying for rain that never came
But what you call someone who gossips and talks shit, and it hurts
