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sundown - damien luci lyrics

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[verse 1]

grip on the tech, make it spit like vomit
heart so cold, neck iced like comet
rip through the flesh, uppercut your stomach
b*tch i’m a vet, you can hear me coming

heard you want smoke, so i might pop off
bands in the bag, know the sh*ts topped off
water on the wrist, she like “oh my gosh!”
made her suck up on the d*ck, then i tell her so long

i need a goth b*tch, feel like the prophet
making deposits, you cannot stop it
calling out names, b*tch you out of pocket
foreign’s and b*tches, like both of ’em topless

skeleton closet, and on my watches
been flipping grams, get the f*ck out my comments
check it, i’m popping, changing my topics
tuck in your chain if you hanging where i’ve been

[hook]

whoa, i’m the bad guy, yeah
i just sold my soul for some black eyes, yeah
now i’m in my zone, let the blood dry up
rip my heart out my chest, now i can’t die, yeah
(x2)
[verse 2]

i need adrenaline, i need an adderall
something to get my head out of this frame
something to get my heart out of these chains
who can i blame to cope with this pain
i need a shawty to take all my breath away
i need a shawty to take all this death away
i need a shawty who numbs what i feel
i need a shawty who ain’t even real

f*ck, i need a shawty who ain’t even real
i need a*
i need a*
get my head out of this frame, who can i blame
i need a shawty who numbs what i feel
i need a shawty who ain’t even real

f*ck out of my field, i pop what i deal
you don’t know sh*t about finding a meal
you don’t know sh*t about finding a place to sleep
i got some hittas that ride for me
f*ck it i’ll leave it, she cry for me
i need a b*tch that dies for me

act you like you love me but really you hate me
i’m f*cking up budgets, i’m doing it daily
i’m sipping on baileys, forget about davy, i turn into gacy
speak on my name and you pushing up daisies
forget about satan, i’m riding with hades
i get the case and go
f*ck it up, run it up, grip my pole
feeling like i’m going crazy mode
dripping that yordan from head to toe

[hook]

whoa, i’m the bad guy, yeah
i just sold my soul for some black eyes, yeah
now i’m in my zone, let the blood dry up
rip my heart out my chest, now i can’t die, yeah
(x2)

- damien luci lyrics

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