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death note Video (MV)




Performed By: nascar aloe
Language: English
Written by: Colby Suoy




nascar aloe - death note Lyrics




F*ck yo' couch, ah
I just genuinely don't like people (let me drive the boat)
Like, I don't know what it is
It's not my fault I'm a f*cking introvert
I just don't like f*cking talking to people, man
Ah

Why the f*ck they tryin' me?
Cocaine color ivory (yeah)
Writing in this death note
It ain't no f*cking diary (bitch)
Why you looking pressed though?
You feeling that anxiety (you scared)
I appear like "Presto" and ain't no one surviving me (Rra, rra, rra)
Why the f*ck they tryin' me
Cocaine color ivory
Writing in this death note
It ain't no f*cking diary
Why you looking pressed though?
You feeling that anxiety
I appear like "Presto" and ain't no one surviving me

Rocking all this Rick
Get the f*ck out my way, you don't need a pic
Your bitch said come and play now she eating dick
Like her name Sasha Gray, now she leaving quick
She f*cked Sauce on the same sofa, sleep on it
Copy paste it, you're lame from the previous
All this blood on your face so I'm leaking in
And there's nothing I love more than being pissed (ah)
Not your average shithead (yeah)
Prolly dispose of bodies at the dump
Ayy, the police out of luck, bitch, 'cause I can break these cuffs
Ayy, I turn his ass to dust
Ayy, the shotty make them duck
Uh-uh, someone I don't trust
Walking inside my function

Erase him (yeah)
Erase him (bitch)
Erase him
Erase him (ah)
Erase him
Erase him (yeah, yeah)
Erase him (yeah)
Erase him
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F*ck yo' couch, ah
I just genuinely don't like people (let me drive the boat)
Like, I don't know what it is
It's not my fault I'm a f*cking introvert
I just don't like f*cking talking to people, man
Ah

Why the f*ck they tryin' me?
Cocaine color ivory (yeah)
Writing in this death note
It ain't no f*cking diary (bitch)
Why you looking pressed though?
You feeling that anxiety (you scared)
I appear like "Presto" and ain't no one surviving me (Rra, rra, rra)
Why the f*ck they tryin' me
Cocaine color ivory
Writing in this death note
It ain't no f*cking diary
Why you looking pressed though?
You feeling that anxiety
I appear like "Presto" and ain't no one surviving me

Rocking all this Rick
Get the f*ck out my way, you don't need a pic
Your bitch said come and play now she eating dick
Like her name Sasha Gray, now she leaving quick
She f*cked Sauce on the same sofa, sleep on it
Copy paste it, you're lame from the previous
All this blood on your face so I'm leaking in
And there's nothing I love more than being pissed (ah)
Not your average shithead (yeah)
Prolly dispose of bodies at the dump
Ayy, the police out of luck, bitch, 'cause I can break these cuffs
Ayy, I turn his ass to dust
Ayy, the shotty make them duck
Uh-uh, someone I don't trust
Walking inside my function

Erase him (yeah)
Erase him (bitch)
Erase him
Erase him (ah)
Erase him
Erase him (yeah, yeah)
Erase him (yeah)
Erase him
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Writer: Colby Suoy
Copyright: Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING

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