Candles

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams] Hammer fit my trigger finger hangin' out the Escalade Sixteen grams of bay my brother Twenty-Eight grams of (?) I'm bucking just like Bunsen drop it off before I split your brain Rozzy (?) psychopathic mystic shit coming out the frame I came from the underground with sounds to make you go insane Slowly rising to the top and dropping shows y'all hoes gon' hate I'm rising up out of the darkness the portrait of evil is all that you see in my face The murder I got on my mind about you is a fantasy where I cut you like a steak Laws of power drawn and ordered on my plate (?) That I now about your family and I know there names Off the wham god damn some fucked up bullshit that another say Who run over for the over lord who rock like Boulder Cain Ripping out my weapon as I'm stepping out the cloud of haze The implement of my (?) go through your face and out your brain Talking shit I would not recommend for you to do cause bitch its trigger finger Instant drag em from the river Trigger mane