YNGN - NO MORE ROOM IN HELL Lyrics

King
I ain't never worried bout a thing
Told her that I wanna blow her back out
And she worried bout a ring
The fuck
Yeah
King
I ain't never worried bout a thing
Told her that I wanna blow her back out
And she worried bout a ring
The fuck
Higher up can't hear you scream
Up here can't spread your wings
Talk sex and lucid dreams
Get these thoughts out of my head
Walk with caution, I be on edge
Don't you slip up, leave it unsaid
Smashed this whip up, glad we ain't dead
And this shit unsettling, okay
Couldn't feel off adrenaline, okay
Hit a bitch off the Ritalin, okay
And I wasn't considerate, okay
Told her take your panties off
Or pull them to the side
Told her I can't fall in love
I'll be out of my mind
Told her if shit get to wicked
I promise you, I won't be too hard to find
Told her i'm loosing religion
I'm tryna hold on, but it seem like i'm blinded
But I can't loose focus
No pens cause no one wrote shit
Back then used to dream about holding this mic
Like this, letting go of this emotion
Through hell, and then some more shit
Been there and back I told this-
Bitch I ain't Jack i'm Hov' bitch
Don't you loose track, come on bitch
In hell right now, come home bae
Inhale this shit then hold, bae
I smell like hundred dollar bills
And a little dash of cologne, bae
Slip me some and tried, huh
But this shit ain't get me high, fuck
Liked you I can't lie love
But love ain't nothing I'd die for, yeah
And she bi ain't she
She bi, yeah
Get high, allow me to remind you
That you'll die before I find my mind
I'm out mine, yeah
King
I ain't never worried bout a thing
Told her that I wanna blow her back out
And she worried bout a ring
The fuck
Higher up can't hear you scream
Up here can't spread your wings
Talk sex and lucid dreams
Uh huh
When there ain't no more room in Hell
Where the reapers gon' kiss and tell
Where the reefer, miss please inhale
My mind like a prison cell
I'm fine, I've been doing swell
Touching, can't help herself
Faded, just couldn't tell
Come find your bitch off the
Rails
Baby Libra
I ain't worried about what you worried about neither
Always been a leader
Now that I see it, I been turning them into believers
Walked in 15 deep motherfucker
And we set the whole scene up
Smoking on reefer
Couldn't even tell if it's indica or sativa
Plus I know they always got it on em
Turn around and ask him where he got it tucked
And that bitch ain't sleeping 'till the morning
I knew she was on it when she got fucked
And I know it's six, it's in the morning
She had caught me yawning
I was off the runts
Pray I make it where I need to make it
See the heavens, I can almost touch
I can't fall for love
That's to much lust
That's too much trust
King YNGN never be trusted
And the throne it could never be touched
You a clone you is not one of us
Flow change wasn't always this tough
Chain out with the rockstar cuffs
Yup
Chain out with the rockstar cuffs
When there ain't no more room in hell
Where the reapers gon' kiss and tell
Where the reefer, miss please inhale
Ain't nothing left to be said
Couldn't fall asleep off meds
Let go of your mind in here
Pray that you don't mind it, yeah
Lost faith got blinded, yeah

King
I ain't never worried bout a thing
Told her that I wanna blow her back out
And she worried bout a ring
The fuck
Yeah
King
I ain't never worried bout a thing
Told her that I wanna blow her back out
And she worried bout a ring
The fuck
Higher up can't hear you scream
Up here can't spread your wings
Talk sex and lucid dreams
Get these thoughts out of my head
Walk with caution, I be on edge
Don't you slip up, leave it unsaid
Smashed this whip up, glad we ain't dead
And this shit unsettling, okay
Couldn't feel off adrenaline, okay
Hit a bitch off the Ritalin, okay
And I wasn't considerate, okay
Told her take your panties off
Or pull them to the side
Told her I can't fall in love
I'll be out of my mind
Told her if shit get to wicked
I promise you, I won't be too hard to find
Told her i'm loosing religion
I'm tryna hold on, but it seem like i'm blinded
But I can't loose focus
No pens cause no one wrote shit
Back then used to dream about holding this mic
Like this, letting go of this emotion
Through hell, and then some more shit
Been there and back I told this-
Bitch I ain't Jack i'm Hov' bitch
Don't you loose track, come on bitch
In hell right now, come home bae
Inhale this shit then hold, bae
I smell like hundred dollar bills
And a little dash of cologne, bae
Slip me some and tried, huh
But this shit ain't get me high, fuck
Liked you I can't lie love
But love ain't nothing I'd die for, yeah
And she bi ain't she
She bi, yeah
Get high, allow me to remind you
That you'll die before I find my mind
I'm out mine, yeah
King
I ain't never worried bout a thing
Told her that I wanna blow her back out
And she worried bout a ring
The fuck
Higher up can't hear you scream
Up here can't spread your wings
Talk sex and lucid dreams
Uh huh
When there ain't no more room in Hell
Where the reapers gon' kiss and tell
Where the reefer, miss please inhale
My mind like a prison cell
I'm fine, I've been doing swell
Touching, can't help herself
Faded, just couldn't tell
Come find your bitch off the
Rails
Baby Libra
I ain't worried about what you worried about neither
Always been a leader
Now that I see it, I been turning them into believers
Walked in 15 deep motherfucker
And we set the whole scene up
Smoking on reefer
Couldn't even tell if it's indica or sativa
Plus I know they always got it on em
Turn around and ask him where he got it tucked
And that bitch ain't sleeping 'till the morning
I knew she was on it when she got fucked
And I know it's six, it's in the morning
She had caught me yawning
I was off the runts
Pray I make it where I need to make it
See the heavens, I can almost touch
I can't fall for love
That's to much lust
That's too much trust
King YNGN never be trusted
And the throne it could never be touched
You a clone you is not one of us
Flow change wasn't always this tough
Chain out with the rockstar cuffs
Yup
Chain out with the rockstar cuffs
When there ain't no more room in hell
Where the reapers gon' kiss and tell
Where the reefer, miss please inhale
Ain't nothing left to be said
Couldn't fall asleep off meds
Let go of your mind in here
Pray that you don't mind it, yeah
Lost faith got blinded, yeah