wishbone

Lyrics

she was holding hands with molly the very first time we chilled, i did not think a thing of that, that's just how she digged to feel, see i'm the type of kid to not be giving a fuck about bitches and shit, but this particular chick got a demon inside and i am the devil, she bought a ghostemane tee and wore that shit with no undies, and at the time chick with no, i took her down to the basement and she saw the dead bodies, she did not give a fuck, matter of fact, she thought it was funny, she let me put her up on that torture machine and go all night, she's strapped in leather on the table and says i'm doing it right, i stuffed an eight of shrooms in that bitch's mouth and we fucked and she dug her fingers into my back, till i was dripping all kinds of blood, she's ready to kill, whatever we gotta do, whatever it is that we gotta do, shit, shooting up bitches and then we trip, psychedelic sex, in the back of the whip, we follow until she rolled up, the smoke gets me turnt up, and now she ready to pop off every time she see a bitch staring my way, she's got a piece that is sure to, i like it that way, when i say we ride, we ride, when she say we die, we die, crazy and that's how i like it, i promise to buddha don't want it no other way