Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gutted , by - 7xvn. Release date: 02.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gutted |
| Verse 1: Na$tii |
| I got iguana skin all on my dick |
| Hop in the sauna and burn off your skin |
| Scraping the plate to remove all the skim |
| Spin out the block like a bomb in Berlin |
| Never winning cause i got convinced of the sin |
| No religion can match when my balls her hit chin |
| No co defendant the case looking grim |
| 60 part minute like marks on my skin |
| I’m no different that liquid |
| Cause I swirl around at the base of the bin |
| I got arachnids and squid |
| Covered acid in piss |
| I went bat shit from staying inside while my split |
| Personalities fucking like rats in a pit |
| Fuck like we stuck in the mist |
| Fuck th all alien shit |
| Maybe they rally exist |
| They can spin on the end of my fist |
| What’s the time with no watch on my wrist |
| Who got the time if the clock got no face |
| Put my all ashes insude the vase |
| Make sure you give it a taste |
| And engrave all the shit I fucked up |
| All the pain I misplaced |
| Better behave or the preacher |
| Will set you a blaze |
| Pyrotechnition the holiest praise |
| Push start ignition to speed up decay |
| Smoke on emissions outside the cafe |
| Please do the dishes the food turning grey |
| I wanna body the state I wanna body the pigs |
| I wanna dig up yard I wanna cradle the grave |
| Cutting the palm of my hand marking my path in the maze |
| Verse 2: Daniels gone |
| Im marking the city in mace |
| Destruct on my mind you can see in my face |
| Threw out my shoes ive thinking too much bout the lace |
| And how i could tie up and hang |
| Sick of the place |
| Im sick of my space |
| And im sick of these bodies of waste |
| Bitch i’ll leave without trace |
| Trust me i won’t hurt nobody unless you get up in my way |
| I dont feel it today |
| People they stuck in they ways |
| And then still have the nerve to complain |
| And im done with that trait |
| Always hoping for the worst |
| Its a curse |
| I dont control my brain |
| Its a whole different day |
| I should stop worrying |
| Dirtying all of my lobes |
| With the oils |
| Thats burning it off |
| Dont give a fuck bout the cost |
| Im not too empathetic of yall |
| Cus im done with the calls |
| Tired of begging for help |
| When i dont wanna go through withdrawals |
| Im relapsing on cuts |
| I just be thinking too much |
| I need something to calm all the fronts |
| I know i ain’t enough |
| So why the fuck do i keep trying |
| When i could just stand down and crawl |
| I just can’t take it all |
| Too much shit pile at once, and for once im not taking the fall |
| Verse 3: 7xvn |