Aye
Aye
Aye
I got blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
You ever heard of murder?
Or prefer to dig your problems?
Do I ever make you nervous?
Pop the dome I bet it's awesome
The toxins that I'm lost in
No cautions for the options
The lines you been crossing
The nauseous feeling that you get as you're talking
I'm robbing my soul
Out of control
So I can let go
And It feels cold
But I know that I'll get in the door
And I know of who's blowing the smoke
Know of who's paving the road
Know of who's gaining my doe
Know of who's f*cking your hoe
It's me little bitch, got her right back
And she sucking on my sack, it's the facts
It's just sad, you can have her back, with a broken back
Yeah
There ain't nothing else to it
Said I'd make it, f*ck waiting on a crew to do it
Cuz I can't afford to lose it
I'll just end up left in ruins
Left in a whole, sealed like vault, having withdrawals, puff it and cough, left em in aw, comical cause, minimal faults,figured it all, once that I saw, them sitting above the law, like there ain't nothing left to solve
Just patiently waiting on all of y'all
Just patiently waiting cuz I got
I got blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be
Calling out for me to either to lead or leave and plant a seed we disagreed upon my leave so then we stared way deep inside my greed
Didn't look so good for me
Call me a different breed
Or just call it ignorancy
Cuz either way
I already know where I'm at
All you bitches still starring at the Mac
Like do you got the facts?
Huh
Nah
You just Poppin Xans
In the time and the place
Every single time we stand in the f*cking same place
You starring at my face like
You stealing my lyrics?
What?
Huh?
You stealing my lyrics?
Huh?
What?
Bitch look at yourself
Everybody keep on telling you on a daily basis that you need to get help
But what do I do?
What does everybody do
We just end up in a fight
Bitch what does that solve
Look at yourself
Bitch look at yourself
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
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Aye
Aye
Aye
I got blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
You ever heard of murder?
Or prefer to dig your problems?
Do I ever make you nervous?
Pop the dome I bet it's awesome
The toxins that I'm lost in
No cautions for the options
The lines you been crossing
The nauseous feeling that you get as you're talking
I'm robbing my soul
Out of control
So I can let go
And It feels cold
But I know that I'll get in the door
And I know of who's blowing the smoke
Know of who's paving the road
Know of who's gaining my doe
Know of who's f*cking your hoe
It's me little bitch, got her right back
And she sucking on my sack, it's the facts
It's just sad, you can have her back, with a broken back
Yeah
There ain't nothing else to it
Said I'd make it, f*ck waiting on a crew to do it
Cuz I can't afford to lose it
I'll just end up left in ruins
Left in a whole, sealed like vault, having withdrawals, puff it and cough, left em in aw, comical cause, minimal faults,figured it all, once that I saw, them sitting above the law, like there ain't nothing left to solve
Just patiently waiting on all of y'all
Just patiently waiting cuz I got
I got blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be
Calling out for me to either to lead or leave and plant a seed we disagreed upon my leave so then we stared way deep inside my greed
Didn't look so good for me
Call me a different breed
Or just call it ignorancy
Cuz either way
I already know where I'm at
All you bitches still starring at the Mac
Like do you got the facts?
Huh
Nah
You just Poppin Xans
In the time and the place
Every single time we stand in the f*cking same place
You starring at my face like
You stealing my lyrics?
What?
Huh?
You stealing my lyrics?
Huh?
What?
Bitch look at yourself
Everybody keep on telling you on a daily basis that you need to get help
But what do I do?
What does everybody do
We just end up in a fight
Bitch what does that solve
Look at yourself
Bitch look at yourself
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Aye
Aye
I got blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
You ever heard of murder?
Or prefer to dig your problems?
Do I ever make you nervous?
Pop the dome I bet it's awesome
The toxins that I'm lost in
No cautions for the options
The lines you been crossing
The nauseous feeling that you get as you're talking
I'm robbing my soul
Out of control
So I can let go
And It feels cold
But I know that I'll get in the door
And I know of who's blowing the smoke
Know of who's paving the road
Know of who's gaining my doe
Know of who's f*cking your hoe
It's me little bitch, got her right back
And she sucking on my sack, it's the facts
It's just sad, you can have her back, with a broken back
Yeah
There ain't nothing else to it
Said I'd make it, f*ck waiting on a crew to do it
Cuz I can't afford to lose it
I'll just end up left in ruins
Left in a whole, sealed like vault, having withdrawals, puff it and cough, left em in aw, comical cause, minimal faults,figured it all, once that I saw, them sitting above the law, like there ain't nothing left to solve
Just patiently waiting on all of y'all
Just patiently waiting cuz I got
I got blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be
Calling out for me to either to lead or leave and plant a seed we disagreed upon my leave so then we stared way deep inside my greed
Didn't look so good for me
Call me a different breed
Or just call it ignorancy
Cuz either way
I already know where I'm at
All you bitches still starring at the Mac
Like do you got the facts?
Huh
Nah
You just Poppin Xans
In the time and the place
Every single time we stand in the f*cking same place
You starring at my face like
You stealing my lyrics?
What?
Huh?
You stealing my lyrics?
Huh?
What?
Bitch look at yourself
Everybody keep on telling you on a daily basis that you need to get help
But what do I do?
What does everybody do
We just end up in a fight
Bitch what does that solve
Look at yourself
Bitch look at yourself
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Blood on my hands
I'm a dead man walking
Running the land
Hear them crows be calling
Writer: Gerson Cruz Felix
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid