Lil JJ Reynolds - Dead Roses Lyrics

Dead roses
Falling on the bodies
Ha ha
Born to be an villain (Spreading a nuisance of all my sick words)
I lay my brain beside my pen and let it spit a verse
My soul is wicked but my heart is like an felon (Convicted)
Of killing feelings with no sympathy remorse (Don't give a shit)
I'm like a flea (Ticking people off) with impatience
I bury seeds and grow up lyric chambers (Then I tape em)
Don't need a coffin cause I'll lay on all my roses of death
I keep my image open for anyone to see my success from melancholy
That respects the way I spread out it's stress
That's mixed with mines to combine a lethal weapon of threats
Like bomb threats before they set to blow up bloodies in blood
I'm boutta explode with anger once my brain unplugs
No love for the lonely outcast (Broken in piles)
Middle finger to this society (Full of fake smiles)
No peace is left to save the world that is hopeless
Death's only focus is to lay us on it's dead roses
Dead roses
Roses roses
Throw them in my grave
Tell me why you pray that each day
To hope I smell the roses when I lay dead
When I lay dead
Roses
I had a dream to conquer pain but I never was able
To put myself around the people cause my brain was unstable
Like I was cursed upon a spell that was brutal and filthy
Enough to fill me up with pain that was dying to kill me
Can barely breathe in this misery of pressure that builds
No one can see my existence (It's like my life is concealed)
The pain is dangerous to battle if you're mentally hurt
I've been a victim (Now I'm spewing out my vulnerable words)
Do you feel me?
It's like an beauty to vision the reimburse
Of my roses to convert me to an introvert
For no one to see me in pain until I'm dead in a hearse
Can't trust a soul in this world cause if I do, (They'll desert me)
My brain is begging me to bury it in my feelings
After I feel like dying quickly from this terror of living
I vision (Living peacefully) in the afterlife
To be with God like (I'm Moses) from the tribe to fly onto my
Dead roses
Roses roses
Throw them in my grave
Tell me why you pray that each day
To hope I smell the roses when I lay dead
When I lay dead
Roses

Dead roses
Falling on the bodies
Ha ha
Born to be an villain (Spreading a nuisance of all my sick words)
I lay my brain beside my pen and let it spit a verse
My soul is wicked but my heart is like an felon (Convicted)
Of killing feelings with no sympathy remorse (Don't give a shit)
I'm like a flea (Ticking people off) with impatience
I bury seeds and grow up lyric chambers (Then I tape em)
Don't need a coffin cause I'll lay on all my roses of death
I keep my image open for anyone to see my success from melancholy
That respects the way I spread out it's stress
That's mixed with mines to combine a lethal weapon of threats
Like bomb threats before they set to blow up bloodies in blood
I'm boutta explode with anger once my brain unplugs
No love for the lonely outcast (Broken in piles)
Middle finger to this society (Full of fake smiles)
No peace is left to save the world that is hopeless
Death's only focus is to lay us on it's dead roses
Dead roses
Roses roses
Throw them in my grave
Tell me why you pray that each day
To hope I smell the roses when I lay dead
When I lay dead
Roses
I had a dream to conquer pain but I never was able
To put myself around the people cause my brain was unstable
Like I was cursed upon a spell that was brutal and filthy
Enough to fill me up with pain that was dying to kill me
Can barely breathe in this misery of pressure that builds
No one can see my existence (It's like my life is concealed)
The pain is dangerous to battle if you're mentally hurt
I've been a victim (Now I'm spewing out my vulnerable words)
Do you feel me?
It's like an beauty to vision the reimburse
Of my roses to convert me to an introvert
For no one to see me in pain until I'm dead in a hearse
Can't trust a soul in this world cause if I do, (They'll desert me)
My brain is begging me to bury it in my feelings
After I feel like dying quickly from this terror of living
I vision (Living peacefully) in the afterlife
To be with God like (I'm Moses) from the tribe to fly onto my
Dead roses
Roses roses
Throw them in my grave
Tell me why you pray that each day
To hope I smell the roses when I lay dead
When I lay dead
Roses