I'm Sammy Jo, and my colors are, um, black and red
Let me find my way out of bitch Find myself, high in the Find me up, lyin' in ditch With a wrist and some a-mixin' If I find the time to get my heart out Would you 'em out when we slow the world down? Would you hold it down for me when my pound? Ain't no tellin', no tellin' so call the Let me find my way out of this Find myself, high in the me up, lyin' in this ditch With a wrist and some diamonds If I can't find the to get my heart out Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the down? you hold it down for me when my heart pound? Ain't no tellin', no so call the coroner
Aye, I'ma just bounce that In fact I bought a whole damn with that Aye, hand me where the at Tell me the damn these ounces at Aye, me where the ounces at me where the ounces, ounces at Aye, tell me the ounces at me where the ounces, ounces at
It's gettin' hot, you just— (Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, down, simmer down) The effects can't this (Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, down) Stepped up, stand down, (Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, down, simmer down) Wait, wait,
I'm alive, I'm alive, the in my ride, I, I I ever been the one that's scared of you Baby, you can and get it I'm alive, I'm alive, the in my ride, I, I Baby, when the gets you Maybe you can run away us
In my bag in the vault, movin' on, move Ain't my fault, moved too fast, life had skidded to a Got back on the road, and it to the start Disregardin' the discharge forget the mission, put into my heart I ain't playin' games, need you to your part Standin' up with pride my battle scars
walk and money talk, but money no make comfortable Big ass house and big ass car add up when you die alone I want white knights like five lights for some little I bliss, no strife Rewind, don't slice around my aura with the lies I want a better life, around the corner One deep, eyes when they know the place But you don't know me, I correlate Straight from manipulation, wouldn't wanna infiltrate my Still wanna get me high, eyes low off methadone Always throwin' curve, a reaper scythe Gnawin' on my wood a termite Enterin' my like a parasite (Parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite)
Praise God, hallelujah! I'm still At war with my conscience, paranoid, can't find shit Woo, God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed At war my conscience, paranoid, I can't—
Let me my way out of this bitch (I'm Sammy Jo, and my favorite colors are, um, and red) (Damn) With a wrist and diamonds a-mixin' If I can't find time to get my out Would you stomp 'em out we slow the world down? Would you hold it down for me when my pound? no tellin', no tellin' so call the coroner
Sittin' on your porch, across lots and you it up better dodge the cops And never get sick of playin' with your locks I- I- you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I- Sittin' on your porch, parkin' lots (That's all I got for you) And I'll never get of playin' with your locks I- I- (That's all I got for you) Sittin' on your porch, parkin' lots and you (That's all I got for you) Miss you lots, I- I- you lots, I- I- (That's all I got for you) Sittin' on your porch, across lots (That's all I got for you) And I'll never get sick of playin' with locks I- I- miss you lots, I- I- you lots I- I- miss you lots, I- I- you lots, I- I- (That's all I got for you)