Bloodyken - Virus Lyrics
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    Virus

    Hook
    Keep talking out your neck soon your lungs gone leave the chat
    Ain’t surprised no more I spot em
    Come to found out he a rat (ratty)
    You spend all your racks and can’t seem to make it back (huh)
    I cannot relate, this not race but chase a bag
    Woah cmon and help me pick what’s on the floor
    Few bands fall out my pants, I’m saving it like a hero
    I’m all up in your range, he ain’t had time to go reload
    Oh no he got the virus for not sticking to the code

    Verse
    Comfortable, don’t get too comfortable
    She always begging for me
    But she too vulnerable
    You know nocturnal world?
    Is going up, top floor
    I manifest my life
    This ain’t bout what you want
    (What you want)
    What you want, don’t get too greedy
    He want beef after she meet me
    Come outside, how bout that
    Hit his guts he spilling greasy
    Shoutout AJ, uh huh still cruising a Range Rover
    Damn I love that sound it make
    Shit popping like a Coca Cola

    Hook
    Keep talking out your neck soon your lungs gone leave the chat
    Ain’t surprised no more I spot em
    Come to found out he a rat (ratty)
    You spend all your racks and can’t seem to make it back
    I cannot relate, this is not a race but chase a bag
    Woah cmon and help me pick what’s on the floor
    Few bands fall out my pants, I’m saving it like a hero
    I’m all up in your range, he ain’t had time to go reload
    Oh no he got the virus for not sticking to the code

    Verse 2
    Is it me or every month I face
    Consequences not too mention but I can’t let go of faith
    Karma is a bitch
    Petty too in every way
    Nowadays I’m getting cake then go back home and meditate
    My mental health is everything to me nigga
    So she giving me brain in my jesus slippers
    Jesus, jesus, when you get money they hate you
    Hate youuu

    Hook
    Keep talking out your neck soon your lungs gone leave the chat
    Ain’t surprised no more I spot em
    Come to found out he a rat
    You spend all your racks and can’t seem to make it back
    I cannot relate, this not race but chase a bag
    Woah cmon and help me pick what’s on the floor
    Few bands fall out my pants, I’m saving it like a hero
    I’m all up in your range, he ain’t had time to go reload
    Oh no he got the virus for not sticking to the code

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