If Looks Could Kill

If looks could kill my bitch would have me in a body bag I chase a thrill to find the love that I 'aint ever had I done gave my time to all these highs and I can't get that back The pretty faces be the ones thats tryna' stab ya back She my little angel I'm fighting these demons She ask why I'm high I say I got my reasons She try to leave and I'm takin her breathe Say this forever that mean until death Stressing in public I stay with my brotha' yeah he keep it on him know he got a mag Stick to myself I'm just workin on music we countin' up money yeah thats just a fact Rollin up woods with my boys in the back Drift through the city we blowin' a pack I'm throwing bows in the post like Im Shaq High off gelato it keep me relaxed He wanna do all the rah rah get smack Not sellin' a soul but need deals like Im Dak I met the devil before in the shape of angel it's funny I called her a goddess I had to go out and just cut myself out it he pulling me down and that's no doubt about it Countin' my sins I get outta my body get off'a my dick yeah just get off my jockey Nowadays different anxiety hittin I'd rather get caught with like with it than 'out it Hit up the plug and I uh tell him reroute it we back at the studio bitch up like a attic If looks could kill my bitch would have me in a body bag I chase a thrill to find the love that I 'aint ever had I done gave my time to all these highs and I can't get that back The pretty faces be the ones thats tryna' stab ya back If looks could kill my bitch would have me in a body bag I chase a thrill to find the love that I 'aint ever had I done gave my time to all these highs and I can't get that back The pretty faces be the ones thats tryna' stab ya back