Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Afterlife, artist - Coleman Hell. Date of issue: 02.09.2021
Song language: English
Afterlife |
| Well ain’t them text still venomous |
| She used to write me letters with |
| And sign them x o x o x o skeleton |
| The only way I’m fly |
| Is way up high inside your web again |
| No wedding ring, no wedding gown |
| Don’t let me down |
| I’m better now than I ever been |
| Better now then never ever |
| I’m lit up off of that medicine |
| Like Edison, the clouds is where my head is in |
| I’m hesitant |
| Cause I feel like a peasant in, the present tense |
| And if I was a king I know I probably get beheaded quick |
| Headed quick, down the wrong path, man I’m getting sick |
| When we kiss, it’s a car crash |
| Then I’m dead again |
| A 21 gunshot salute to you to you for keeping your cool amongst hard truth |
| If anyone ask about my whereabouts |
| Or whereabouts we goin', u can play stupid |
| Ha ha yay yay baby uh huh |
| Ha ha yay yay baby uh huh |
| Last time we said that’d be the last time |
| Makin' up |
| Can’t find my way with you these land lines keep breaking up |
| Last time we said that’d be the last time |
| Makin' up |
| Can’t find my way with you these land lines keep breaking up |
| Breaker breaker |
| Tell the operator I be fine |
| And Ive been I’ve been |
| On a high and hiding riding out storm I |
| Hit the fork before we hit the road I |
| Six zeros before we six below I |
| Fit for king but wouldn’t fit the profile |
| The chip up off my shoulder |
| Sits in my holster |
| Holding my demons loaded my clips |
| Eclipsing my soul to and holdin' ghosts and toasting to foes |
| Waking my calling, let them march on |
| Pray for my sins and hope that karma don’t haunt my daughter, life when I’m |
| done |
| Let them sing about me praise saints names |
| Remember my face faith and face when I’m gone |
| (Carnatic adlibs) |
| Why do you fall hard, when you let go? |
| Oohhhh |
| Like the first time wasn’t hard, so you want more |
| Clean break, blank slate |
| You know how it goes baby |
| Be mature now, regret the choices maybe yeah |
| I don’t like it just as much as you don’t like it baby |
| I don’t like it just as much as you don’t like it baby |
| I don’t like it just as much as you don’t like it baby |
| I don’t like it just as much as you |
| Last time we said that’d be the last time we making up |
| Can’t find my way with you, these landlines keep breaking up |