Testo FrostedReaper

Basistiy Beats

No, I can’t give it up, no lie
You get sad in a week, now you think you wanna die
On sky, it can pop up like a bubble text
Rather mess with me, can’t mess with the rest
We just came from the S', flying everywhere eternal
I can move it heavy, I’m jus making it external Frost in their hearts, so wicked of the journal
Frost in their mouth, so wicked of their verbal

We won’t die, we will survive
'Til the end going past their lives
No more coldhearted pain in our mind
All you gotta do is shine
Back home, resting bones, on the bed, quiet tone
Back on the angle, don’t wan’ go to my tombstone
Envy in my heart still, biting on yo’ damn nose
Too much messed up people, got me thinking they’re clones

Basistiy Beats

No, I can’t give it up, no lie You get sad in a week, now you think you wanna die
On sky, it can pop up like a bubble text
Rather mess with me, can’t mess with the rest
We just came from the S', flying everywhere eternal
I can move it heavy, I’m jus making it external
Frost in their hearts, so wicked of the journal
Frost in their mouth, so wicked of their verbal