Lyrics

Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
I detox up out the dirt, now my bones are bending
Slow and steady
Gold up on me grown from pennies
.45 glock cocked, I'm alone but deadly
Slowly copin' with the smoke, on my soul I'm ready
Rolling stones in my zones, broken roads are plenty
Shown 'em envy
Murder all my foes, I'm petty
Taste the bullets in my throat, I'm a ghost already
I been chosen for the throne, but I chose a hemi
His palms are sweaty
Knees weak, arms are bloody
I'm walkin out the coffin already
Moms spaghetti
I seen trauma in my past, better off forgetting
I ain't wannna move on, but on God he let me
Cut deep, scars show, but the armors heavy
I been shaking in the cold, hold the bottles steady
Conscious shedding
Lost up in the fog regretting
I been haunted by the walls, in the halls repenting
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Yeah
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Yeah
First comes blood
Then comes rain
Wash away
I'll decay
Ive seen plagues come
And Lord I'll pray
That it's not too late
Hope I'll be saved
First comes blood
Then comes rain
Wash away
I'll decay
Ive seen plagues come
And Lord I'll pray
That it's not too late
Hope I'll be saved
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Yeah
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Ridin' outside and the grave grown close
Yeah
Written by: Witchouse 40k
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