Six Feet
演唱：YCK
作词：YCK
作曲：YCK
Six feet above the ground every time I stand
But I wanna be below next time I got the chance
Transparent b*tches I can see right through ya
Like I might just sell a forty dollar eighth right to ya
Steady flowin soda like my name was Takoda
Hittin up a **** trap phone Motorola
Posted on the curb b*tch it's what you deserve
Maybe one day you'll leave with all the money that you earned
Smoking passed out til we reach the f*ckin roach
Ain't afraid of dying ***** no death can approach
Everything I touch turns to mother****ing gold
Lungs gеtting blacker every backwood I roll
Yеah it's real hard in the streets
All I got's a dime bag and my **** piece
No blood pumping I don't even f*cking breathe
Now I'm feeling half dead ***** I'm fading now deceased
Withdrawal's a real ***** gotta hate the f*cking pain
Pop a xanny bar going shooting up inside your vein
How much can I take ask me that like I'm sane
You say that we're different but we're much of the same
Come up real quick all I cause is damage
No smoke no mirrors I just up and vanish
No drip no food looking like a famine
Got red silk sheets lay me down in satin
