DEADROSES

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