Gøing Back

Got a lot f***in’ up all the gates
F*** all that past I be winnin’ the race
Boy you a b**** you can’t keep up the pace
You can look for my s*** I ain’t leavin’ no trace
Now you can see like it’s all in my face
See all that pain you can feel through the bass
Yeah I be winning you loosin’ the case
Now I strike through the hades ain’t feelin' disgrace

Call back need help in an instance
Few steps process all the things miss
Back on a track I’m dead you a drag
Come back to that fag
Lost quiz that’s your thing miss
You decide on your own resistance
Blood type them hoes bloody sisters
Just joined them group of sinners
I lead this squad of winners
Death spinners, no dinners
Dead souls this hearts are with us
I don’t need you to tell me s***
’Cause I got my ways I don’t need no quitters
All this hoes yeah f***in’ up the game
Ain’t no game yeah it’s all in the brain
All the pain how I made my name
Give a f*** ’bout this s***
’Cause it’s all the same

Going back tho that’s a new me
And it's not everything that it would be
That's a face of a dead man's walk
But I place pure steps on my way to the grave g
It’s a 2 seat on my new feet
It’s a trace bloody steps on my new sheet
Call back five kills that's a penta
Lost souls I’m dead on my way huh
Going back tho that’s a new me
And it's not everything that it would be
That's a face of a dead man's walk
But I place pure steps on my way to the grave g
It’s a 2 seat on my new feet
It’s a trace bloody steps on my new sheet
Call back five kills that's a penta
Lost souls I’m dead on my way huh