No More Room In Hell

I’m a boy dipping down gettin’ in the room
For the Glock say hello
You say shit, blame game noise
With the Glock we can start fuckin’ you
This is all fuckin’ rude

Walkin’ in this shit like a ghost
Feelin’ down, little rose
Bloody stains on my phone
N’ then I need to move on
But I have nails on my brain
Finishin’ with me
Making me insane
Gray brain, gray brain
It’s hard to don’t feel the pain

I feel like a zombie
Pain in my head, in my chest
It’s just opened
Gold chains
Bullets in the roll
I’m a landing shit
I repeat, I reverse it

Gray brain
Bullets in the roll
Great days
Bullets in the face
I don’t give a fuck minute
But the hope that I’m givin’
I am always on the rove
Freezin’ outside this grave