DEADROSES Lyrics

Heart been cold since the day I was born

Get harder to trust when you pick up the phone

It's a lot of the lust not enough of my home

Trippin so much I need my wheels in chrome

Heart won't heal till my jaw made of gold

And my tongue spit out diamonds when I speak on the phone

Need a bitch wit my name tatted up on her dome

And a crib so big when I step I be roamin'

This blood it be drippin but it ain't my own

Put the pen to the pad and I write up a storm

She medusa the way she turn life into stone

And the knife in my back jus remind me of home

I gotta vendetta, I'm keepin my head up

I'm strapped wit a blade and my hand filled wit chedda

I stay gettin faded but lately I'm fed up

But fuck how I feel I'm steady wit bread up

Fuck what a bitch gon say

Hope she look both ways when she say I am fake

Bake me a cake with the dough I done saved

Got a lot up on my plate

I patiently wait cus I know I am great

Carryin freight from the bank

Grindin so hard every mother fuckin day

Only got myself to thank

Heart been cold since the day I was born

Get harder to trust when you pick up the phone

It's a lot of the lust not enough of my home

Trippin so much I need my wheels in chrome

Heart won't heal till my jaw made of gold

And my tongue spit out diamonds when I speak on the phone

Need a bitch wit my name tatted up on her dome

And a crib so big when I step I be roamin'

Lately been losing my patience

I step to a cadence and start the rotation

I got my ass up on probation

They want a vacation I gave em no places

My brain it gon tell me to face it

I drop a notation I'm keepin it faceless

No shame in this bitch

It ain't no game in this bitch

I cock and aim in the bitch

Cus ain't no lames in this shit

I got the roses and they red

I got the roses and they red

I got the roses and they dead

I got the roses and they dead

Heart been cold since the day I was born

Get harder to trust when you pick up the phone

It's a lot of the lust not enough of my home

Trippin so much I need my wheels in chrome

Heart won't heal till my jaw made of gold

And my tongue spit out diamonds

When I speak on the phone

Need a bitch wit my name tatted up on her dome

And a crib so big when I step I be roamin'