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• Artiste: Corpse Husband
• Titre: Poltergeist!
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Cross my heart and hope to die I can't fucking sleep at night Blew up for the thousandth time Guess I'm always lucky, right? Pop some shit then fall behind I jump the gun and take what's mine Looking like you seen a ghost Moving like a poltergeist I'm like, "Wait, what's his name?" I'm like, "Huh, what'd he say, bitch?" I don't want your two cents You ain't even paid, bitch We are not the same I dropped out in seventh grade, bitch Came up from the grave Fuck everything you claim, bitch You've never seen a trap or a bando Only time you pull the strap is whеn you wearing velcro, uh Say you hit licks, bitch, hell no Talking likе you gonna do shit but you won't I see through the shit that you do Watch me, then steal how I move Your label faked your breakthrough Fake place, fake views and fake you I don't sleep I'm a freak When I wake up, I see concrete Risk my life on concrete It's too hard to starve me Feast, feast, feast, feast All I see is options Everyone's got problems Anyone's a target (Fuck my life) Can't pay the price 'cause I bet it Thinking ahead, I expect to see dead ends Count money, count blessings and tuck you a weapon Somebody knows something you don't, can't be guessing Where I'm from, we don't think about tomorrow Keep two fingers crossed, nothing is promised Nobody knows how I feel when I go out That's what I learned 'cause I came from the bottom (Fuck) "Wait, what's his name?" I'm like, "Huh, what'd he say, bitch?" I don't want your two cents You ain't even paid, bitch We are not the same I dropped out in seventh grade, bitch Came up from the grave Fuck everything you claim, bitch