$uicideboy$ - Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell Lyrics

Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell

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SuicideboyS Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell Lyrics. Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell Song Sung By American Hip Hop Duo $uicideboy$ (SuicideboyS) On Long Term Effects of SUFFERING Album. SuicideboyS Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell Is American Pop Song Labelled By G*59 Records. SuicideboyS Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell English Lyrics.

$UICIDEBOY$ LIGHTING THE FLAMES OF MY OWN PERSONAL HELL INFO

Song : Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell

Artist : $uicideboy$

Album : Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

Genre : Pop

Label : G*59 Records

Language : English

Release Date : 2021.08.13

$UICIDEBOY$ LIGHTING THE FLAMES OF MY OWN PERSONAL HELL LYRICS

Dark, dark

Dark, dark

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Dark, dark

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Dark, dark

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

The one pulling all them robberies

The boy who's born from scarecrow

Came up from the slums

Walking product of the ghetto

I can't feel my face but feeling great as the vice goes

Round and round and pound for pound

Life going in a circle

From pentagrams to instagram

How I mainstream the 6

Them boys can hate

I got their fate

Suck on my dick

AKs all around me

Wanna die

Pick out a stick

Grave been dug

Load up a slug

Lay him to rest up in a ditch

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Southside shorty

Outside early morning

Not a knock

Empty out the glock

Dot in front the 40

Turning you into a pouring 40

Or I'll come back when you're poor and 40

Take it how you want

Take it as a warning

Don't ever ignore me

Hide behind the door

Me and the fellas bring the storm

We'll keep it coming

Mixing up milligrams with millimeters

9 in the chamber

Got 30 inside the heater

Bloody nose I smell the reaper

Smoke surrounds my steps

I'm either choking on breath or reefer

Coughing til my death

I'm eager

Leaving all my fans as grievers

Dark, dark

Dark, dark