Salem

[Hook]
6 car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
(Repeat)
Eyes on me, dreams on me
I'm waiting tables
When I am so able
When shit don't sound stable
My label accomplished it
I'm goin take over this
In fact, I warned you bitch
I'll make your tummy sick
I'm on some evil shit
Own this shit, scheme this shit
Demons talk to me
So thats who I'm leaving with
If you can't feed a bitch
Then you don't need a bitch
I'mma slit your wrist...
I'mma slit your wrist...
Be quiet little lamb
I need you for tonight
Wanna take a ride with me?
No thats the wrong seat
First I tie your hands and feet
Shh, don't make a peep
From the trunk they can see
They be bouncing with the beat