nervexx - NIGHT WALKER Lyrics

I think a murder spree in order
For my personal retort
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That boy pussy, out of order
Trauma settles, inner presence
It done made you someone else
But no excuse for all your ignorance
Can you save you from my hell

I'm boutta put ten shots
In yo back pocket
An you'll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some "bad" chronic
You'll pass on me
I think you asked for more
Don't dial no nine-one-one
Cause ya body ain't move
Till the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble
For all that shit that you just did

My brother turned me a to a bitter soul
Who's spun up in the head
I've have to live with burning images
That haunt my love with dread
I can't compete with charismatics
Simply cause I ain't built
To have a raging narassicm paired with psychopathic guilt

So f*ck you ride for me
Cause all the time we had
Was lived with flawless execution
Not a fate gone bad
Done giving up conflict for their sake
If I want that war better know I'd take it
Put somebody in my place to f*ck my bitch
So I would die alone

I see you pivot like the snaking f*cker that you are
One day you love em than you switch up
Screaming holy ego
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Till I'm pissed off and act out
A fact don't lose
Till it's charmed and it's sat down
A pact we made yeah self to self
I been backstabbed once I don't plan on the next round

Oh yeah
I don't know
How you move so manifold
You spread yo wings
Witta locked - in scope on things you want
But couldn't hold
Manipulate with lusted dreams
You feed on what they give to ya
If rooted, I am jealousy, but tell your girl
Who you have breached

I'm boutta put 10 shots
In yo back pocket
An you'll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some "bad" chronic
You'll pass on me
I think you asked for more
Don't dial no nine-one-one
Cause ya body ain't move
Till the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble
For all that shit that you just did

I'm boutta put 10 shots
In yo back pocket
An you'll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some "bad" chronic
You'll pass on me
I think you asked for more
Don't dial no nine-one-one
Cause ya body ain't move
Till the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble
For all that shit that you just did