Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saint Bodhi
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khaled Rohaim
Composer
Sean Minor
Composer
Keanu Torres
Composer
Kuwanna Jasmine Moore
Composer
Stan Greene
Composer
Desmond Jamal Rasberry
Composer
Nicholas Audino
Composer
Lewis Hughes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Khaled Rohaim
Producer
Keanu Beats
Producer
Money Jezus
Co-Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Sean Minor
Additional Producer
Zach Kelly
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stan Greene
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Have a **** hog tied to the furnace
Bitch shoulda watched his words
I’m slipping in my mental
I’m whispering the the birds
Polly wants a cracker
You dirty you fucked her in my car
I chopped her body up, and spread it all over the boulevard “woah “
That was way to close
Running threw kitchen tryna escape hoe
No popo
All closed door
Pour water down your nose
Water boat
fucking chock
**** shut the fuck up
My neighbors next door
**** we coulda been
Adams and eve
Eat from the same tree
Why you fuck over me
How you fuck over queens
Mess with my self esteem
See the lies in between
You not on my team
I shot the dirty motherfucker
With my uncles gold revolver
I couldn’t help myself
I lost my temper don’t call the copers
Please for give mother Mary please
Forgive me father
I shot the dirty motherfucker
With my uncles gold revolver
Swat teams and red beams
Aiming at me
I lost my fucking sanity
No sign of relief
I rather blow my fucking head off then be locked in a ceil
Of well I lived a crazy life
Hope I don’t end up in hell
Screaming on the dispatch
Like come out with your hands up
I chop his arms off and threw it out
give me ransom
Make a documentary
Have me wildin on snapped
He broken my fucking heart
So I broke his fucking back
**** we coulda been
Adams and eve
Eat from the same tree
Why you fuck over me
How you fuck over queens
Mess with my self esteem
See the lies in between
You not on my team
I shot the dirty motherfucker
With my uncles gold revolver
I couldn’t help myself
I lost my temper don’t call the copers
Please for give mother Mary please
Forgive me father
I shot the dirty motherfucker
With my uncles gold revolver
We coulda been a perfect match
Instead I got a fucking taser at your neck
Heart attack
Prop you on the wall
Pin the donkey
Body full of tacks
Here goes a bowl
It’s marijuana with a little crack
Scratches on your back from the other bitch
I craved dirty whore in her forehead with an. Ice pick
It suck cause you got good dick
We coulda been a happy couple
But you had to flip the switch
**** we coulda been
Adams and eve
Eat from the same tree
Why you fuck over me
How you fuck over queens
Mess with my self esteem
See the lies in between
You not on my team
I shot the dirty motherfucker
With my uncles gold revolver
I couldn’t help myself
I lost my temper don’t call the copers
Please for give mother Mary please
Forgive me father
I shot the dirty motherfucker
With my uncles gold revolver
Written by: Desmond Jamal Rasberry, Keanu Torres, Khaled Rohaim, Kuwanna Jasmine Moore, Lewis Hughes, Nicholas Audino, Sean Minor, Stan Greene