to the grave Lyrics

(I'm not gonna call you Amos)

Scared to tell her how I feel, I'm a take it to the grave (Woah, woah woah)

Eyes faded real low, sipping liquor backstage (Drank)

She wanna share a soul, but no treesh is getting saved (No)

Money over love, that's just for the price of fame (No, no, no, no)

Food for thought, still got a lot on my plate (Woah)

Woulda been better if she never had stayed (On god)

Tryna run off but I know I can't escape

Unspoken truths haunt my dreams like a wraith

Fell out of place and I ran out of time (Woah, woah woah)

Covered in UNDERCOVER, woulda thought I was a spy (Yea)

Fear of God fitted got me walking with a rind (Woo)

I can't show no love, filled with fear and some pride (Woo)

She don't exist no more, how could I?

Pour another cup, I ain't really tryna cry (Pour another, pour another)

Swap another whore, it ain't the same I lost my mind

Put 'em all together like the bride of Frankenstein, woah

Woah

2.22, I can (Not) advance

When I'm feeling blue, I count up some bands

CDG shoe, Armani the pants

See through the fake, it's looking like glass

Say that she love me, how long do it last?

I still feel the hate like I was in class

Still running from problems that came from the past, woah

Woah

Won't let no top from a bitch stop me

No heart my in my chest so I rock CDG

Only came to collect then I fly off the scene, woah

Woah

If you really my brother than we gonna break bread

Tryna tell her that I love her but I never confess

Scared to tell her how I feel, I'm a take it to the grave (Woah, woah woah)

Eyes faded real low, sipping liquor backstage (Drank)

She wanna share a soul, but no treesh is getting saved (No)

Money over love, that's just for the price of fame (No, no, no, no)

Food for thought, still got a lot on my plate (Woah)

Woulda been better if she never had stayed (On god)

Tryna run off but I know I can't escape

Unspoken truths haunt my dreams like a wraith

Fell out of place and I ran out of time (Woah, woah woah)

Covered in UNDERCOVER, woulda thought I was a spy (Yea)

Fear of God fitted got me walking with a rind (Woo)

I can't show no love, filled with fear and some pride (Woo)

She don't exist no more, how could I?

Pour another cup, I ain't really tryna cry (Pour another, pour another)

Swap another whore, it ain't the same I lost my mind

Put 'em all together like the bride of Frankenstein, woah

2 More cups, never 2 much

Higher than the sun, fuck around and pass out

Tryna run away but I'll never back down, yea

Yea

2 More sluts, never 2 much

Put it in her gut like she tryna cross the border

Stack it all the way up to the ceiling like a hoarder, yea

Woke up I can't tell if I've been dreaming, I ain't been the same since

Flying windows up with the tints

Speeding through the day it's a blitz, yea

New era I ain't talking about a fitted

If I really said it then I did it

Knew I should've said it but I didn't

Knew I should've said it but I didn't

Scared to tell her how I feel (I'm a take it to grave, no, no)

Scared to tell her how I feel (I'm a take it to grave, no, no)

Eyes faded for real (Sipping backstage, no, no)

Eyes faded for real (Sipping backstage, no, no)