goneafteraugust - peoples temple

Uh, uh, I guess that's the way that it goes now
I don't need a break, I won't slow down
Sippin' that, uh, sippin' that, uh, sippin' that Jonestown
She won't look my way, but that's okay, I love her profile
I ain't scared of death, I told 'em, "Go ahead, carve the tombstone"
All these voices in my head, it's like a group home
Sorry, I ain't see your text, boo, I got two phones
All-black whip to match the fit, I never do chrome

Pack me up, wrap my body parts in cellophane
You could never see beyond the cracks in the picture frame
40 with a 50, total loss if you step in my way
120 in a 60, I'm not asking, please get out my lane
Body bag, body bag, this is not a game
Bro keep a switch, not for the lag
Walking out of Neiman's, I already popped the tag
It ain't a flex, I really got it, baby, I don't need to brag
Oh, you mad, right?
Only came up in this bitch to gatekeep and gaslight
If I'm not in the mood, then we all having a bad night
If she cheats on me, I'll kill her, let it be our last fight
I'm the harbinger of an omen, I'm just a bad sign

Uh, uh, I guess that's the way that it goes now
I don't need a break, I won't slow down
Sippin' that, uh, sippin' that, uh, sippin' that Jonestown
She won't look my way, but that's okay, I love her profile
I ain't scared of death, I told 'em, "Go ahead, carve the tombstone"
All these voices in my head, it's like a group home
Sorry, I ain't see your text, boo, I got two phones
All-black whip to match the fit, I never do chrome

Written by:
Jacob Thompson

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