rottenlungz - Dead Load

Spawned in the game on survival mode
No tools, no money, no hope
Dead Load (Load)
Do it on my own
Los gladly cut ya throat (Throat)
Crawling out the shore
Like I'm fucking Davey Jones (Jones)
20,000 acres in the yard on my wish (List)
Wanna build a place we can all just escape (Bliss)
I don't really got nothing to prove I been (This)
I don't really got nothing to lose I don't got (Shit)
But a bunch of diamonds
And a couple gold chains
It don't really mean shit boy I promise you this game
Will try to convince you, yeah, that it's all the same
I just want to give my lady my last name
Cold as Nova Scotia
Blowing out the doja
In my room I work on raps
I'm posted like a soldier
Cold as Nova Scotia
Blowing out the doja
Cold as Nova Scotia
Blowing out the doja
In my room I work on raps
I'm posted like a soldier
Bitch I'm posted like a soldier
Play with Los and it's over

Written by:
Carlos Velazquez

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