Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can't Fold, artist - wifisfuneral. Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Can't Fold |
| Tell my life story |
| Roaming with the pressure shit I might throw it off |
| I don’t know about them woadie I can’t fold |
| I don’t know about them woadie I can’t fold |
| Time just fades and my life still cold |
| Roaming with the pressure shit I might throw it off |
| I don’t know about them but woadie I can’t fold |
| Look listen I was two pills all in my possession |
| I ain’t with it |
| Had to trap it out my mama crib |
| Old story, old shorty |
| You ain’t ever even know me |
| Little do you know that all you is a phony |
| I ain’t worry bout my worries |
| Keep me worried now my vision getting blurry |
| Lost/dark in my slum |
| But I then died too early |
| Ok then I fade, ok then I fade |
| Then I fade, then I fade |
| If I’m reaching for it |
| I’ll just promise you won’t take away |
| I can feel my chest ache just bait |
| That I need just feat |
| Feel the weakness in my knees |
| Black heart no disease |
| Just me, Just bleed |
| I can feel my chest ache just bait |
| That I need just feat |
| Feel the weakness in my knees |
| Black heart no disease |
| Just me, Just bleed |
| Time just fades and my life still cold |
| Roamin' with depression shit it made me wanna go |
| 38. cocked back now my mental won’t explode |
| I don’t know about them but woadie I can’t fold |
| Time just fades and my life still cold |
| Roamin' with depression shit it made me wanna go |
| 38. cocked back now my mental won’t explode |
| I don’t know about them but woadie I can’t fold |
| I don’t know about them but woadie I can’t fold |
| I don’t know about them but woadie I can’t fold |
| Time just fades and my life still cold |
| But woadie I can’t fold |
| I don’t know about them but woadie I can’t fold |
| I don’t know about them but woadie I can’t fold |
| Time just fades and my life still cold |
| I don’t know about them but woadie I can’t fold |
| Young Beelzebub by the pit |
| Hold a bitch like that bit |
| We the clique that be rolling too thick |
| Got that itch from the pain pills |
| You don’t know how pain feel |
| I’m up with the tranquills |
| We not in a safe feel |
| My mouth closed and you squeal |
| You work jobs while I steal |
| You high while I stand still |
| Then float while I look through bodies in the sea |
| Man I’m looking for reasons |
| To try and act decent |
| And stay but I’m leaving |
| To fill with them demons |
| My clique filled with heathens |
| Who get sick of breathing every fucking season |
| I’m Christ bitch I’m Jesus |
| I’m bred out of grey |
| The alpha omega |
| The lord of decay |
| I’m the one they gave up on |
| They left me a stray |
| Now they breeded a beast and |
| You fuckboys the prey |
| Fuck with the clique and you might die today |
| In the shadows I stay, stay, stay |
| Blood splatters |
| Back of the trunk |
| I’m swagging |
| From the victim I was dragging |
| 'Napping the fuckboy yea |
| Copping thirst from all my enemies |
| Locked in with FTP |
| I got the password |
| And I get the free |
| Fucked in my memory |
| Forgot my identity |
| Lost in the endless sea |
| Wait now, debree |
| Has become me relentlessly |
| Tempting me to move back yea |
| Now I’m broke with no cash |
| Got to have tank of gas |
| Which is emptying fast |
| Destination ain’t my destiny |
| Trying to shine effortlessly |
| Check and see |
| $uicide end up blown up on MTV |
| Got a bomb strapped to my chest |
| Fuck every industry, fashion |
| And both fuck the song |
| Fuck the drugs |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| Please let me rest |