Bitch I was born
With no clout
With no hows
With no heart
How
Don't tell me what to do
Count back in sevens from thousands
Spout nonsense for heavens
My old self taken
Outcomes shaken
Don't tell me end it
So much poison
My choice to cleanse it
Control my own death
So many around
Feels like I've left
Voices in my head
Skitzo to ears
My sin to hear
Her hair I stare
Teeth glisten to glare
But she
Open my eyes with her tears
Leaving rips out the years
Shackled like slaves to fear
Blood bags to bigger slaps
Suffering for her cravings
She sucked me icky like Vicky
Sticky but hickey
Sit with me sip with me
Sleeps with me.
Bitch I was born
With no clout
With no hows
With no heart
How
Don't tell me what to do
Count back in sevens from
Self Diagnosed - Blood Clout Lyrics
Self Diagnosed - Blood Clout Lyrics
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Bitch I was born
With no clout
With no hows
With no heart
How
Don't tell me what to do
Count back in sevens from thousands
Spout nonsense for heavens
My old self taken
Outcomes shaken
Don't tell me end it
So much poison
My choice to cleanse it
Control my own death
So many around
Feels like I've left
Voices in my head
Skitzo to ears
My sin to hear
Her hair I stare
Teeth glisten to glare
But she
Open my eyes with her tears
Leaving rips out the years
Shackled like slaves to fear
Blood bags to bigger slaps
Suffering for her cravings
She sucked me icky like Vicky
Sticky but hickey
Sit with me sip with me
Sleeps with me.
Bitch I was born
With no clout
With no hows
With no heart
How
Don't tell me what to do
Count back in sevens from
With no clout
With no hows
With no heart
How
Don't tell me what to do
Count back in sevens from thousands
Spout nonsense for heavens
My old self taken
Outcomes shaken
Don't tell me end it
So much poison
My choice to cleanse it
Control my own death
So many around
Feels like I've left
Voices in my head
Skitzo to ears
My sin to hear
Her hair I stare
Teeth glisten to glare
But she
Open my eyes with her tears
Leaving rips out the years
Shackled like slaves to fear
Blood bags to bigger slaps
Suffering for her cravings
She sucked me icky like Vicky
Sticky but hickey
Sit with me sip with me
Sleeps with me.
Bitch I was born
With no clout
With no hows
With no heart
How
Don't tell me what to do
Count back in sevens from
Writer: Ishant Rajoria
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