Lyrics Josh A – Gucci Coffin

Josh A:
«Hey there demons, it’s me…
Ya boy»
First things first guys

When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain’t no stoppin’
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain’t need a gold chain cause we’re too damn awesome

When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain’t no stoppin’
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain’t need a gold chain cause we’re too damn awesome

Josh A:
Slit my wrists
Fill the cup can’t co-exist
Not enough
Ball my fist
Throw it up
Kill the kids let death erupt

Slit my wrists
Fill the cup can’t co-exist
Not enough
Ball my fist

Light it up when I come out the grave
Gonna get my revenge it’ll be depraved
I’ll be you chasin you down
Make em beg and plead «no»
Got nothin to lose at the end of my ropes
Like this, they don’t know what imma do
Boy you better duck when a man come through
With an AR you’re on my radar
Ain’t nobody gonna help you no safeguard

Slit my wrists
Fill the cup can’t co-exist
Not enough
Ball my fist
Throw it up
Kill the kids let death erupt

Slit my wrists
Fill the cup can’t co-exist
Not enough
Ball my fist
Throw it up
Kill the kids let death erupt

When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain’t no stoppin’
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain’t need a gold chain cause we’re too damn awesome

When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain’t no stoppin’
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain’t need a gold chain cause we’re too damn awesome

Jake Hill:
Lost inside my thoughts I just might hit the fucking bottom
I ain’t got hope left in my heart I just might hit the fuckin bottle
It’s just me and all I got is me
That is all I need in the middle of the bed I see the paper in my dreams
Every day is a God damn struggle
Fuck it anything to help me? Nothing. Nothing
Tossing and turning my stomach is churning
I call out to God but I’m better off burning
I wish I could end it
I wish I could end it
I’m hanging on by a thread let’s not pretend that I’m fine
I’m losing my God damn mind yeah
I’m losing my God damn mind

Josh A:
When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain’t no stoppin’
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain’t need a gold chain cause we’re too damn awesome

When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain’t no stoppin’
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain’t need a gold chain cause we’re too damn awesome

Slit my wrists
Fill the cup can’t co-exist
Not enough
Ball my fist
Throw it up
Kill the kids let death erupt

Slit my wrists
Fill the cup can’t co-exist
Not enough
Ball my fist
Throw it up
Kill the kids let death erupt

Wow that was a very evil track
I’m sorry guys, I didn’t mean to really go in
I apologize but like God damn

Oof