[intro]
Shorty was fucking with the kid, just like a sick pastor
I'm cutting all these fuck niggas off, they some sick bastards
(bitch ass nigga, bitch)
[verse]
Niggas should know i'm going ghost
Nigga, you 'boutta get casper'd
I got hoes singing in this bitch, just like the big chapel
Put my yankee fitted on, when i hit the big apple
Fuck you think you yellin' for? send you to the next chapter
And i seen your jester's privilege, you can go and get laughed at
Nigga, i'm back from the dead, you might think i'm fucking lazarus (hm, yeah)
You might think i'm fucking lazarus
Hope i am forgivable, i need a chance just like matthew
You could call me aol
Stickman running to the check
I'm rapping long, i'm rapping long, my lungs hurt
I think i need to catch my breath, too much screentime on the net
I'm outside, outside i already left
Baby, when you coming home, i wanna kiss your pretty neck
Yeah, i got a taste for blood
I'm choking, cardiac arrest
Yeah, i got a taste for blood
I wanna kiss your pretty neck
I'm choking, cardiac arrest
[outro]
I wanna kiss your pretty neck (i wanna kiss your pretty neck)
Baby, when you coming home, i wanna kiss your pretty neck
Uh, baby, when you coming home, i wanna kiss your pretty neck
And i got a taste for blood
I'm coughing, cardiac arrest
Baby, when you coming home, i wanna kiss your pretty neck (yeah)
(baby, when you coming home, i wanna kiss your pretty neck)
(i wanna kiss your pretty neck, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, i'm coming home
Yeah, yeah
Yeah