LaVey - Sacred (feat. Yung Burg)

Mmm, the floor
This shit is fucking ridiculous, bro
Ready to go
Uh
Mmm
Uh
Sacred, we lie on the floor
Ready for sacrifice, ready for war
Pick up yo musket, prepare to unload
Visions in my head, creep deep in my soul
What do you know
That I don't know
Tell me right now or my head gon' explode
Look at all the brain matter on the wall
It was my call
To end it all
I'm scandalous
But I keep it elegant
I ain't heaven sent
I came from the pits hell
Fuck your relevance, I will never wish you well
Cause I'm still stuck at that muhh fucking wishing well
Yes that's a callback
Many men they fall back
Cause they can't involve that
Up into they soft rap
It ain't all that hoe
Even when you pack gats in the back row
Like an asshole
Sittin in my room, I'm on Zoom with a dealbreaker
Hate to break to ya, boujee pussy is a meal
Take you down another notch,
I'm tired of knocking all my opps
Fake another muhh' fucka,
Had to take him out the spot
Uh
Is it me or am I trippin'
Sippin' knowledge out the kitchen
In my brain I'm on a mission
Fishin for precision
Picture perfect winning
When I'm in a good position
Check the composition
Charcoal in my activation
Sacred, we lie on the floor
Ready for sacrifice, ready for war
Pick up yo musket, prepare to unload
Visions in my head, creep deep in my soul
What do you know
That I don't know
Tell me right now or my brain gon' explode
Look at all the brain matter on the wall
It was my call
To end it all
What do you know
I be with a bad hoe
Twisting up a fast role
100 on the dash, go
Take my soul
Fucked up in the cab drunk
She loving a young punk
Mama said I'm fucked up (What)
I ain't ever feared nobody (No fucks)
Blood dripping down her whole body (I fucked)
Kill 'em all, ridin' with the shotty (It's up)
Turn the liquor mix it with the Molly (It's up)
It's me riding with the tabs though
Fucked up, whole life been a bad road
Take turns hitting shots off her ass though
Imma pull up to the show all black though
Tan lines, mix it with the fucking cocaine
Fucked up, new version of the cobain
I tell her come, stay, do whatever I say
I'ma fuck her in the church each Sunday
You have a collect call from God
On God I can't even talk right now, man
Take that shit back to Heaven
Yeah, please bro
I'm too busy in Hell, fucking yo' bitch
Sacred, we lie on the floor
Ready for sacrifice, ready for war
Pick up yo musket, prepare to unload
Visions in my head, creep deep in my soul
What do you know
That I don't know
Tell me right now or my brain gon' explode
Look at all the brain matter on the wall
It was my call
To end it all

Written by:
Caleb Eanes, Yung 4M

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