reaper

I sold my soul to the reaper I had to always pretend that I ain't even fall deeper But was it all in my head Now shawty got me feeling weaker I'm still the same kid now Just a little bit sleeker I'm fucked up in the back spilling drink on my White tee I don't even know if you Like me, but I gotta chance it I won't second glance it I know that you feel this I can keep it realest I hope that you hear this Half black, half blonde hair You got a ones all white And that dress so tight And we f*ck all night In your driveway in a two seat Dressed in all black 'metallica' band tee I can listen to words that you tell me But I'll keep my distance Cos that's just for safety I sold my soul to the reaper I had to always pretend that I ain't even care either I'm fucked up in the back Spilling drink on my sneakers I had to always pretend that I ain't even fall deeper I had to always pretend but nah you wouldn't care