(HankTheLad)
(Go, go, go)
Aye
Blood on my hands, why don't you meet me at the blood noon
Blood on my hands, why don't you meet me at the blood moon
Party up in the Tomb
This Evening (Ay, ay, ay ,ay) (Bow, bow, bow, Boom)
Bitch turn up Aye
This Evening (Ah, ah) (Ay, ay, ay)
Ah, die then live, then die again when you Party in the Tomb
F*ck dat Bitch, then f*ck again when she all up in my room
Party, f*cken party shawty, meet me at the Tomb (Yaahuugh)
I'm six feet underground, my body rots, the flowers bloom
HTL to hell I'm bound Inhaling suicidal fumes
The typa shit that make you wanna Kill yourself or someone in the room
The typa shit that make me wanna tear myself apart to be with you
F*ck, id die a million times jus to See you
When are bodies intertwined i can Bleed you
(HankTheLad) (Go, go)
Bleed you
Blood on my hands, why don't you meet me at the blood noon
Blood on my hands, why don't you meet me at the blood moon
Party up in the Tomb
This Evening (Ay, ay, ay ,ay) (Bow, bow, bow, Boom)
Bitch turn up Aye
This Evening (Ah, ah) (Ay, ay, ay)
Ah, die then live, then die again when you Party in the Tomb
Die then live, then die again when you Party in the Tomb
Die then live, then die again when you Party in the- Yeaahhh
(Go, go, go) (Ah, ah, ah)
Party, f*cken party shawty, meet me at the Tomb
Yaaahhh