[Chorus: zombAe]
Time's a luxury
That I fucking need
I hate half my life
I’m Persephone!
Yuh yuh, I’m Persephone!
Watch me fucking bleed!
[Verse 1: zombAe]
It's the midnight oil and my tanks fucking drained
Please, please, blow my fucking brains!
There ain’t no space for data I've retained
Bawl! Ball! Ball and a chain
Layman you got no basis my face displacement
Freddy, no fucking Jason
I'm leaving paste to
Breed in a new replacement for an oasis
That's never fucking coming
Blade in fucking stomach
[Chorus: zombAe]
Times of luxury
That I fucking need
I hate half my life
I’m Persephone!
Yuh yuh, I’m Persephone!
Watch me fucking bleed!
Times of luxury
That I fucking need
I hate half my life
I’m Persephone!
Yuh yuh, I’m Persephone! (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: BRUHMANEGOD]
I don't like rapping bars not for all the fucking actors
I was born to unmarried parents, I'm a bastard
If you do it right now then I’ll probably do it after
If you did it already then I’ll probably do it faster
Yeah you got this haunted harem and I’m gon’ make a fucking post
I’m the one with the bomb, Imma sink the fucking boat
Yeah they shit and hate on me so let’s make a fucking toast
On her hands and her knees and I’m using up her throat
If you running up on me you gonna get off course
I always get home safe, of course
You know it's Spider Gang leaving in a train on course
And the tip of my dick in a lot of pain from whores
[Chorus: zombAe]
Times of luxury
That I fucking need
I hate half my life
I’m Persephone!
Yuh yuh, I’m Persephone!
Watch me fucking bleed!
[Verse 4: Charlotte Crosby]
Let them bleed, I sin therefore I please
Doubt in your last fight, cash in your hash pipe
In sin my girls will care, pink swirls in your hair
You hypnotised me therefore I'm your Build-a-Bear
Stop, stop, stop, now I'm your ghost
Chop, chop, chop, now we grow close
Let them into my foyer, let them feel paranaoia
God, I'm a spirit with no conscious
Love, it adheres to your brainstem
My body sucks, no audience, baby, baby, what you want?
Aliens, radium, you know I ain't hating them
Space Travel, cadavar, flying in through outerspace
Alien, alien, baby I'm an alien
Help me in this life, I am not feeling it
Desecrate my body, and leave it in a ditch
Help me leave my body, I just need something new
Alien, alien, baby I'm an alien
[Verse 6: doin’ fine]
I can’t fucking sleep
All my beds are burning
I can't stop the bleed, it is quite concerning
My ribs tighten my lungs, in a cage with a gun
I'm told to dance for people, in a cage with a gun
I'm fuckin' sick of this emotion, in a cage with a gun
In a cage with a gun, you can't stop the rage
I'm in a cage with a gun, but my gun in your ribcage
[Chorus: zombAe]
Times of luxury
That I fucking need
I hate half my life
I’m Persephone!
Yuh yuh, I’m Persephone!
Watch me fucking bleed!
[Outro: Piranha Mae]
Hey
How’s it going, how’s your day?
Johnny can you come out to play
Without you, it's just not the same, not the same, not the same
I'm the tic tac on your diss track, ‘cause I’m with that
Bitch slap, if you whiplash, Imma fix that
Big strap with a big mac and a big bag
Zig zag, let me split that, like a KitKat
I don't wanna know the recipes (drugs will be the death of me)
Always gets the best of me! (till there's nothing left of me)
[?]
Time's a luxury
That I fucking need
I hate half my life
I’m Persephone!
Yuh yuh, I’m Persephone!
Watch me fucking bleed!
[Verse 1: zombAe]
It's the midnight oil and my tanks fucking drained
Please, please, blow my fucking brains!
There ain’t no space for data I've retained
Bawl! Ball! Ball and a chain
Layman you got no basis my face displacement
Freddy, no fucking Jason
I'm leaving paste to
Breed in a new replacement for an oasis
That's never fucking coming
Blade in fucking stomach
[Chorus: zombAe]
Times of luxury
That I fucking need
I hate half my life
I’m Persephone!
Yuh yuh, I’m Persephone!
Watch me fucking bleed!
Times of luxury
That I fucking need
I hate half my life
I’m Persephone!
Yuh yuh, I’m Persephone! (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: BRUHMANEGOD]
I don't like rapping bars not for all the fucking actors
I was born to unmarried parents, I'm a bastard
If you do it right now then I’ll probably do it after
If you did it already then I’ll probably do it faster
Yeah you got this haunted harem and I’m gon’ make a fucking post
I’m the one with the bomb, Imma sink the fucking boat
Yeah they shit and hate on me so let’s make a fucking toast
On her hands and her knees and I’m using up her throat
If you running up on me you gonna get off course
I always get home safe, of course
You know it's Spider Gang leaving in a train on course
And the tip of my dick in a lot of pain from whores
[Chorus: zombAe]
Times of luxury
That I fucking need
I hate half my life
I’m Persephone!
Yuh yuh, I’m Persephone!
Watch me fucking bleed!
[Verse 4: Charlotte Crosby]
Let them bleed, I sin therefore I please
Doubt in your last fight, cash in your hash pipe
In sin my girls will care, pink swirls in your hair
You hypnotised me therefore I'm your Build-a-Bear
Stop, stop, stop, now I'm your ghost
Chop, chop, chop, now we grow close
Let them into my foyer, let them feel paranaoia
God, I'm a spirit with no conscious
Love, it adheres to your brainstem
My body sucks, no audience, baby, baby, what you want?
Aliens, radium, you know I ain't hating them
Space Travel, cadavar, flying in through outerspace
Alien, alien, baby I'm an alien
Help me in this life, I am not feeling it
Desecrate my body, and leave it in a ditch
Help me leave my body, I just need something new
Alien, alien, baby I'm an alien
[Verse 6: doin’ fine]
I can’t fucking sleep
All my beds are burning
I can't stop the bleed, it is quite concerning
My ribs tighten my lungs, in a cage with a gun
I'm told to dance for people, in a cage with a gun
I'm fuckin' sick of this emotion, in a cage with a gun
In a cage with a gun, you can't stop the rage
I'm in a cage with a gun, but my gun in your ribcage
[Chorus: zombAe]
Times of luxury
That I fucking need
I hate half my life
I’m Persephone!
Yuh yuh, I’m Persephone!
Watch me fucking bleed!
[Outro: Piranha Mae]
Hey
How’s it going, how’s your day?
Johnny can you come out to play
Without you, it's just not the same, not the same, not the same
I'm the tic tac on your diss track, ‘cause I’m with that
Bitch slap, if you whiplash, Imma fix that
Big strap with a big mac and a big bag
Zig zag, let me split that, like a KitKat
I don't wanna know the recipes (drugs will be the death of me)
Always gets the best of me! (till there's nothing left of me)
[?]
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