Lyrics Bladee – D–925

S925, I can’t work a 9 to 5
D-925, the silver shines
S925, on my neck and on my knife
D-925, the silver shines

Prada night crawler, I’m your stalker
The lights dancing on my neck, look like water
It gets harder, it gets darker
Good pack just came in, it smell like a marker
American cup sneakers, these ain’t no joggers
Think I caught her like a spider
I might keep her for a week then I drop her
Fuck a copper, got it from my doctor
Drain Gang high school, yeah I’m a scholar
I won’t fight you, I can’t be bothered
Baby, I can’t text you, I’m not a author
The Stars calling for a offer
Big Drain, do or die, I don’t want no suicide
Good boy, crucified, I come alive
Big knife on my side, I don’t wanna utilize
Big blade, butterfly, open the sky
When the night calling, I might fall in
I went all in, I can’t come out
My jaw locking, feel them watching
I’m done talking, the dark come out
The Drain pop out, like we boy scouts
The Drain pop out, like we boy scouts
Your team too weak, you’re getting forced out
I’m with FORZA, smoking girl scout

S925, I can’t work a 9 to 5
D-925, the silver shines