AkostA - bad talk

Bad talk to my friends now you're dead to me
Cuttin' out your heart, I'ma let you rest in peace
Coutin' hundreds in my hand like a centipede
I don't let the anger stay and get the best of me
Bad talk to my friends now you're dead to me
Cuttin' out your heart, I'ma let you rest in peace
Coutin' hundreds in my hand like a centipede
I don't let the anger stay and get the best of me
Think I just died and came back to life (To life)
When I woke up nothing was right (Oh)
Feelin' like I'm dreamin' when its broad daylight (Daylight)
Put me in the sky and I be flyin' like a kite (Yeah)
Walked in and nobody know my name
Thats kinda how i like it, I'm not fuckin' with no lames
Hearin' all this talked shit I'm bouta go insane
Hidin' through the screen like go and say it to their face (Like what's up?)
Took a trip to mars and I can't find the way back
Feelin' lost in life, I think I need a damn map
Someone told me keep on goin' and I'll blow up
I lose the filter when I'm sippin' on my cup
Catch me with these problems and I throw them all away
I cant deal with the pressure of living everyday
Like I'm on a tall cliff and I'm falling either way
I don't want the lies bitch can you feel the same?
(Catch me with these problems and I throw them all away
I cant deal with the pressure of living everyday
Like I'm on a tall cliff and I'm falling either way
I don't want the lies bitch can you feel the same?)
Bad talk to my friends now you're dead to me
Cuttin' out your heart, I'ma let you rest in peace
Coutin' hundreds in my hand like a centipede
I don't let the anger stay and get the best of me
Bad talk to my friends now you're dead to me
Cuttin' out your heart, I'ma let you rest in peace
Coutin' hundreds in my hand like a centipede
I don't let the anger stay and get the best of me
And I haven't even left my bed
Makin' all these bands, give away when I'm dead
They call me aKosta cause they don't know my name
If you with me by my side then please show your face
I stole their chill and now they want it back, yeah
Hundreds on the ground, it's blowin' up my Snapchat
Baddie on the pole, you know you wanna Snap that
Look at my drip, don't chase what you can't have
Yeah, aye, woah, yeah, oh
Yeah, woah, yeah, oh
Bad talk to my friends now you're dead to me
Cuttin' out your heart, I'ma let you rest in peace
Coutin' hundreds in my hand like a centipede
I don't let the anger stay and get the best of me
Bad talk to my friends now you're dead to me
Cuttin' out your heart, I'ma let you rest in peace
Coutin' hundreds in my hand like a centipede
I don't let the anger stay and get the best of me

Written by:
Angel Costa

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find