WINTER CRY (Slowed + Reverb) E

Mom gave me in the mail. I had to turn me against the devil's time And soul. Mirror, mirror, but cannot see my fucking Face. Someone better come and take back or I'ma My place. It is not the normal kind of Slow in my fucking lane. She don't need no keys to that bitch want My fucking brain. People get this paper my lane, Even She keep me Stuck up Her Hell, but that's not like me. I Know it ain't my Time go, my life is bigger than the scope. It Was Just Dream, drink, like my time is passing Shut eyes, Sleeping 'less fucking X. It was all approach, Turning into My need