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Faceless 1-7 - Cold Blood Warm Nights lyrics

Artist: Faceless 1-7

album: Cut It Bleed It Breathe It


I like slapping people and people like getting slapped
Maybe we could be friends, sounds like a good deal
We could meet up and just beat the absolute fuck out of each other, sounds great!
Lately stay low-key, I do not cap no more
I'ma cap you if you showing at my street of course
Dodging people in my city like a Matador
I won't act like it'll be pretty, I been mad before
See 'em coming through my rearview like you 'bout to floor
But I got gas up in my pedal, and I'm past that Porsche
If you got beef you wanna settle, you'll get shred and torn
I got that blade, it'll leave you spread all like a bastard born
Yeah, from a plastic corpse, you fake, faceless the way
Take that name to my grave, but I missed it like fate
Know 1-7 the date when I filled up my plate
With the pills from the doctor to take away the pain
Since then, nothing been plain, shit, I got demons to race
And now I'm running my numbers and I been upping my pace
Yeah, that gone run up my stake 'til I gone blow and create
The existence I needed, bitch, there no freedom in chains
I said
Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit
Boy, fucking with yo' clique like it mean shit
Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch
Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense
Your ego, finitio, them people be evil
No see-through, I detour to run around
I don't want to put them underground
Hollow tip, bullet, I gut you out
You see what I mean, do our chi, don't be equal
I frequent the freak show then fuck around
I got yo' bitch in my dungeon now
She got that dick by the dozen now
I got that clique that gone buzz them pounds
Fuck up the court, we go run them fouls
She the main course, know I love that sound
Crying my name when our love in doubt
That kinda fucked but I'm fucked up as well
Cancer being spreading inside in my cells
Keeping it cold 'cause I know I bring hell
Bitch I stay froze 'cause it keep it me well
I said
Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit
Boy, fucking with yo' clique like it mean shit
Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch
Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense
Boy, get up off my shit you ain't seen shit, yuh

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