Letras:
Atmosphere To All My Friends Blood Makes The Blade Holy

your coffee's great and you had breakfast too I hope it's the type of day you would say was perfect in every way you could crave of I hope all your brats

of must get paid here Blood rush, raised up to the majors [Slug] I was living at my dad's crib still a kid, when my best friend began to drift So I

set my clock Overslept, almost lost the job Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry But can't eat till I find my money It's in my wallet but my wallet ain

at school and I'm tryna hide my hurt face She started seeing others but it got worse, wait She let my homeboy hit it on the first date Oooh! Sorry dude Makes

: Verse 1] Nobody wanna struggle at home Bass in his voice, trouble in her tone What kinda couple makes a puzzle out of stone? Choppin' and poppin' all

they overwork the nurses, And you can find more lying than at a circus, Tommy's sitting in the hospital waiting room, Pray to god that the doctor will take him soon, Blood

: Verse 1] Nobody wanna struggle at home Bass in his voice, trouble in her tone What kinda couple makes a puzzle out of stone? Choppin' and poppin' all

enough Good conversation, no pretension I drank up my whole fifty bucks and then some It was getting close to last call So I grabbed my coat and stood up like that's all

set my clock Overslept, almost lost the job Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry But can't eat till I find my money It's in my wallet but my wallet ain