April Mourning

Blood, blood drippin' off my braids

Persuade 'em with the blade

Bitch, I call a spade a spade

There ain't no need for throwin' shade

You know I keep that contraband

Suicide in high demand

Keep a handful of them Xanax and a fully loaded mag

Afterlife pimpin', got them rims on a casket

Bitches on my mattress, fuck 'em all backwards

Walkin' corpse, stalkin' courts

Show 'em no remorse

Corner store, sippin' fours

Fresh up off a tour, bitch

Tulip flower petals shower me in slow motion

While I'm blowin' on some sour D

Fuck an idol, no one towers over me

Hopefully, openly talkin' 'bout all of my emotions

Ocean deep, sink into the bottom

Openin' up all my fuckin' problems

Bitch, I promise I'll become forgotten

Rotten fuckin' spotted on the concrete

Six times three

If I was a key on the board

I'd probably be delete or escape

Either way, you're pressin' me, uh