Chopped heads on a fucking stick
Looking straight at me
Did I put them there?
I don't live in here
I don't know this hood
I don't bring my car
Or my fucking scar
How did I survive, only with a knife?
Bunch of bodies in the room
In my mind it's just a bloom
I came here by afternoon
Oh my God, I'm doomed
Bunch of bodies in the room
In my mind it's just a bloom
I came here by afternoon
Oh my God, I'm doomed
Briefcase with money
There's a car on the driveway
Gonna call to my honey
We gonna spend the year away
I just need to clean the fingerprints
I just need to clean the fingerprints
Set fire on everything
Set fire on everything
Take guns, glove compartment
Sirens, donut department
Now I'm on the street
200 mph
They already are behind
Gonna get to the happy hour
Fuck, now I have to torch the car
Call my sugar from a bar (yea yea yea)
We gonna catch a plane (yea yea yea)
Paris, France or Spain (yea, yeah)
Rain started not a good sign
I just wanna let this behind
Someone calls me on my cellphone
We gonna find you, this is Clyde
Shit, this is Clyde
Alright
Listen to me, this is j, I'm not scared of your little games
If you don't wanna leave me alone I'm gonna kill your families
Your families
Listen to me, this is j, I'm not scared of your little games
If you don't wanna leave me alone I'm gonna kill your families
Your families
Bunch of bodies in the room
In my mind it's just a bloom
I came here by afternoon
Oh my God, I'm doomed
Bunch of bodies in the room
In my mind it's just a bloom
I came here by afternoon
Oh my God, I'm doomed
Bunch of bodies in the room
In my mind it's just a bloom
I came here by afternoon
Oh my God, I'm doomed
Bunch of bodies in the room
In my mind it's just a bloom
I came here by afternoon
Oh my God, I'm doomed
