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KillhOllOw x ‪‪@SkillSyrup - TRAUMADUMP (Lyric Video)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Logan Johnson
Logan Johnson
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Logan Johnson
Logan Johnson
Songwriter:in
Justin T Moyer
Justin T Moyer
Songwriter:in
Preston T Phipps
Preston T Phipps
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Skill Syrup
Skill Syrup
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Both hands clenched when I roll the dice
Get my lips around a blunt and then I spark a light
I'm trynna hit you with a beam and make it so precise
Yo it's that reaper, fuck a piece, I need a sharpened scythe
I put comets on my carpet, what it cost to bite?
Like I ain't ever had a reason for a sober life
Get my body temp high when I sniff the ice
I had to move that shit like a poltergeist
8 and filled with hate, I seen my mama have withdrawals
Growing up I didn't have shit, now I gotta have it all
Started rapping, trynna catch all of my words up to my thoughts
Motherfuckers thinks it's passion but they couldn't be more wrong
It's a trauma type response, the way I write up all these songs
Feel the fauna, I'm ensconced, inside the vines until I'm gone
Wanna pop up for my partners, put my pain inside a bong
Pull away and then I ponder but it probably won't be long
Smoke a pound of bud
I'm trynna feel at peace
Got a constant buzz
From my phone at least
I think my problem was
That I would follow sheep
I be that shepherd of the mutton, know the cost for beef
I stay up slaughtering the cattle, in their wool for heat
If you pussies wanna stand around my plate then eat
I use my flow when I float on a frozen sea
You motherfuckers never seen me how I'm supposed to be
Had no food inside the crib when I was living with my daddy
Cuffed up by the 12 when I was 12, I thought they had me
I was balancing my mind but it was bottomless and heavy
Had to slip into the darkness just to know that I was ready
Had to shift around my heartache, keeping water in the levy
I'm abusive with a DAW, you bitches don't wanna tempt me
Body south of where he parked, ain't no coming back like he Kenny
I ain't ever gave a fuck what you thought about when you met me
Get my pockets growing steady
It's deadly if I get petty
Slipping fetty in my belly
Pathetic, I bet it fed me
I'm with Benny, sipping Henny
Load semis the way they envy
Bitch I'm Freddy, how they fret me
No stepping in my assembly
Rolling pennies till they benjis
I'm betting they wanna bench me
Still ascending where they sent me
My sentence is still on pending
Y'all depend on what been trending
Attending attempts of ending
Been unbending with the drenching
Just swelling I feel impending
Written by: Justin T Moyer, Logan Johnson, Preston T Phipps
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