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1, 2 buckle my coffins Ion wanna talk But we fuck so often I don’t wanna think about the days i spent On the down low Losing my god damn sense No frown tho Babe i gotta pay my rent So hold onto me I don’t really make good company I just gotta thank you for loving me 1,2 crack my mental Why is everything so fucking consequential On the east coast Smoking blunts in my rental Shawty take notes She just grabbed her pencil Didn’t think you would ever fall for a bad boy Leather jacket got her wet like blastoise Skinny lady But she rocking with the fat boys Imma kill whoever is making all that noise All my friends are killers They move in a convoy Daddy’s Lil girl SongtexteIs sinning to my voice Well it’s my choice And i never rejoice Except when they freed me And all of my boys So please, bitch Open your mind now I don’t wanna die saying that i didn’t try now Look in my eyes, You’re dead in youre coffin I don’t wann say it But the shit feels awesome 1, 2 buckle my coffins Ion wanna talk But we fuck so often I don’t wanna think about the days i spent On the down low Losing my god damn sense No frown tho Babe i gotta pay my rent So hold onto me I don’t really make good company I just gotta thank you for loving me 1,2 can’t stop Coughing Fuck do you want? these dead ops are awesome Flossing When i go home Rock a Gucci coat in Boston All the opposition wanna talk They know i got them They go out sad They go out sad Yea they go out sad Gotta a lot of sons They could call me dad Ion wanna fuck on a bitch if she ain’t bad Ion wanna think bout the chances that i had Living in my head it’s a god damn punishment I’m feeling like breezy baby You know I’m running it This life is never easy baby But I’m still loving it They all wanna talk Fuck you gon say? How you ruined every single day. Look in my heart Real past tense I have the time that i wish i spent Now I’m on the road Thinking bout this I don’t wanna cry but i feel this shit When i see you In the wrong direction I don’t wanna get no introspection But I’m right here 1, 2 buckle my coffins Ion wanna talk But we fuck so often I don’t wanna think about the days i spent On the down low Losing my god damn sense No frown tho Babe i gotta pay my rent So hold onto me I don’t really make good company I just gotta thank you for loving me Aus Songtexte Mania