SKULL Slowed

Know that I gotta, know that I gotta move Them keys. No poppin' bitches crazy, got me runnin' From these fuckin' feds. Kickin' with the goons and drinkin' weeded through These stairs. They say they cool, they come and Climb on my head again. Run the night. In the city, gotta move, yeah, I stay low. Heart cold, frozen, but the ice got that bright Glow. Hundred through the backstreet, silence in the Next load. Voices in my head sayin', "Boy, don't let your mind go." Cash on the table, pile of sticker, let it All burn. Friends turn back and loyalty is somethin' Hard to learn. Smoke in the booth of whip, Bitch, I caught our winter turn. Life like a movie, but the ending never my Concern. Too many sins on my hands. Too many ghosts in the rooms. Too many battles to lose. Too many sins on my Hands. Too many Ghosts in the rooms. Too many battles to lose. Know, know, know that I gotta, know that I Gotta move them keys. No poppin' bitches crazy, We talk too much. Let's go, let's get, I Spent fifteen on drinks on me, you want this? Silver Benz, cold eyes, black TR vocals, Fuckin' venom in your lungs. Fuck that head, fuckin' run the night. In the city, gotta move, yeah, stay low. Heart cold, frozen, but the ice got that bright Glow. Hundred through the backstreet, silence in the Next load. Voices in my head sayin', "Boy, don't let your mind go." Cash on table, sticker, let all burn. Friends turn back and loyalty is somethin' hard to Learn. Smoke in the booth of whip, This bitch, caught our winter turn. Life like a movie, but the ending never my Concern. The ending never my concern. Too many sins on my hands. Too many ghosts in the rooms. Too many battles to lose. Too Many Sins On Hands. Too many ghosts in The rooms. Too Many