Lyrics

Remember triple 7 You're fuckin with 11 kid yr fuckin with 11 I'm like the seventh child of the man that wrote in letter The copper cross he carried is with all of my black feathers And I'm like change the static, leave it all in dust I pull up in yr attic and yr pipes start to rust Yr house to settle and you know it's time to settle things Red eyes on the corner shining glare glimpses that you blink I'mma fuckin kid yeah but I'm a fuckin savage Teenwitch with the blessings if I want it I can ravagе In your collarbones like the wintеr says it's on The shivers that you make is like a passion in the cold And I'm like stunner cold... Do you really have me? Do you really want me? If you wanted you could ravage me If you played your moves right in my fuckin game And called up my phone everytime that I'm in pain If you're smart enough you can just reach to my heart Break open my ribcages and tore it apart I'm used to it, I'm used to that, I knew it since the start I put myself in pain just so I can fuckin laugh And you call me something, lucifer, fearsome Rising on the desert just to know that I'm your reason I'm the son of horus you can't fuck with the sun child Rubystar around me I can only hear bass loud Remember triple 7 You're fuckin with 11 kid yr fuckin with 11 I'm like the seventh child of the man that wrote in letter The copper cross he carried is with all of my black feathers And I'm like cut through me, use me as your blade I can be your nightmare find me in the darkest shade Silhouette of evil shining white upon the night Yeah I fucked up these centuries I swear I'll do it right I'm speaking on my visions and there's a reason for it I cannot see the reasons my emotional's pouring Triple numbers 'round me now I think that I'm eternal Future boygirl babe never gone back to infernal Babe I was in hell once, don't plan to come back All these spirits on me laura palmer on my neck Fire walks inside me like I spill it all on that And I swear 2 god I could see them in the back of my last set... Remember triple 7 You're fuckin with 11 kid yr fuckin with 11 I'm like the seventh child of the man that wrote in letter The copper cross he carried is with all of my black feathers