Box The 40 - KARRAHBOOO

Every candle fades to dark Every fire loses spark Watch them dance the night away 'Til the heart beat stops The lights are a glow but dimming slowly With life all alone forever lonely Watch the night fall away and plan to stay Listen to the crowd of giggles churning See to the one who smiles unnerving Yes, be scared and afraid to run away Dark night, stars slow down into the Deep sky, just awaiting for the Right time, as the clock ticks on the dot Let there, be lighting in the halls; so Unclear, resentment coming at you; full of Fear, with eyes already steady to meet the demons The lights are a glow but dimming slowly With life all alone forever lonely Watch the night fall away and plan to stay Listen to the crowd of giggles churning See to the one who smiles unnerving Yes, be scared and afraid to run away Frantic eyes aglow, can't mask the show Madness stirring ever so si-lent-ly Terror haunts these halls, don't trust these walls They tell a story so un-wel-com-ing Pitter-patter, clitter-clatter Now you choose or lose the latter Pitter-patter, clitter-clatter Time is running out to matter Pitter-patter, clitter-clatter Now you choose or lose the latter Pitter-patter, clitter-clatter Time is running out to matter Pitter-patter, clitter-clatter Now you choose or lose the latter Pitter-patter, clitter-clatter Time is running out to matter The lights are a glow but dimming slowly With life all alone forever lonely Watch the night fall away and plan to stay Listen to the crowd of giggles churning See to the one who smiles unnerving Yes, be scared and afraid to run away Dark night, stars slow down into the Deep sky, just awaiting for the Right time, as the clock ticks on the dot Let there, be lighting in the halls; so Unclear, resentment coming at you; full of Fear, with eyes already steady to meet the demons Every candle fades to dark Every fire loses spark Watch them dance the night away 'Til the heart beat stops

Big Booo I make bitches and niggas nervous I'll still jack son like Curtis, I still geek up on purpose (go) My bitches freaks, it was just last week that I hit Saint Laurent and I burned it (us) I been holdin' my chains in the air since I walked in this bitch Like fuck it, I earned it (ooh) I'll fuck up a bitch, I'll fuck up a nigga, I'll fuck up a sack You know ain't nobody bigger Okay, okay These bitches ain't got home trainin' (damn, damn) If I walk in the house, on the wall, it ain't no painting (ooh) I ain't stayin' (go) Chillin' like Cleopatra (mwah) I ain't never gon' make it confusing, I'm always gon' at ya (yeah, yeah) I been waitin' for a bitch to send shots, I'ma send back at her (go) Like a package too big, I'ma put her on the floor and drag her Like fuck is you sayin'? This shit bringin' out laughter (it's Booo) Like fuck 'em, they wasn't a part of my life in the last chapter I'm whippin' a Raptor (zoom) I'm seein' the future like Baxter (uh-huh) I'm out in New York with a dagger (uh-huh) These rap-ass bitches some actors (damn) Slap me a bitch and I'll ask my questions after Slap me a bitch and I'll ask my questions Fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, yeah) Big Booo I make bitches and niggas nervous I'll still jack son like Curtis, I still geek up on purpose (go) My bitches freaks, it was just last week that I hit Saint Laurent and I burned it (us) I been holdin' my chains in the air since I walked in this bitch Like fuck it, I earned it (ooh) I'll fuck up a bitch, I'll fuck up a nigga, I'll fuck up a sack You know ain't nobody bigger (KB) Okay, okay I'll never smile in the face of a bitch I don't like (yeah) I leave that to y'all (ooh) I mark up her face with my paws (okay) I'm so geeked, I done locked up my jaw (damn) So petite, I'm bon appétit Ten pounds, a whole lot a weed I'm smokin', he suckin' my feet (mhm) I just won pretty bitch of the week (damn) Thought I won that shit every week Hah, whippin' that shit on E I'm more player than most of these niggas (for sure) I be paranoid, checkin' my rearview If you rich, I'ma order the menu If you broke, then I- That mean I'm nonexistent (sheesh) Inside of the whip like biscuits (damn) It's brown and tan like my molly (go) R.I.P. Follies (mhm, not the) Not the two Mwah It's us 'Crete