Deux - Velli and The Reaper (feat. Velli)

Oh shit, it's Velli and the Reaper, back in your speaker
Six-five, coming with the all-black creeper Shitting on them stomachs for the laxitives
But hold on, let me take it back a bit to a young man, mind like Peter Pan
Never grew up, cause his brain in Neverland Saw a dead man walking with a scythe and rags

To my new friend, I held out my hand Like all my friends, is imaginary
Crying to my mama, cause the night is scary Kids see ghosts, like very clearly
Talking like, only they can hear me Back when me and lil sis had bunk beds
We was lil kids would bump heads Big man in class, standin five-six

Rollies look like Ben 10 watches Birthday parties, cookouts
Older cousins always looked out Church picnic, hella fun
All us kids would ever do is run Now I'm running for a different reason
Cause I can't escape it Shaking heavy, breathing, getting eerie

But I couldn't fight the feeling Let me switch it up to help you find the meaning
It's velli and the Reaper, back in your speaker Six-five, coming with the all-black creeper
Heart cold, feeling immaculate But hold on, let me take it back a bit
To a young man, mind like Peter Pan Never grew up, cause his brain in Neverland

Saw a dead man walking with a scythe and rags To my new friend, I held out my hand
And, right after that it got tricky My eyes don't sparkle and I never smile
Mama ain't seen that shit in a while Mama ain't seen that shit in a while
Oh, mama ain't seen that shit in a, shit in a while

And life get crazy, damn I lost my heart, all my emotions, shit don't phase me
Damn, and life get crazy I lost my heart and all my emotions, bitches, they hate me
My eyes don't sparkle and I never smile Damn, I hate it here
Heart so cold, I can't shed a tear On a stoop, drinking, thinking about my younger years

Well, welcome to the story of a dead man Won't crack a smile
Think about a inch, then they take a mile Wanna talk about a bitch, I'ma make her mine
Well, thought I told you Welcome to the story of a dead man
Alive, but a nigga really dead, man Stick around me, start fucking with your head, man

Damn, I hate it here Heart so cold, I can't shed a tear
When you hear the reaper comin' know the end is near
Damn

Written by:
Kevin Downes, Shagari Hodges

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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