Cover art for Murder She Wrote by Vonsteez

Murder She Wrote

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Murder She Wrote Lyrics

[Chorus: Vonsteez]
Walk through the dark, tryna get to the light
I know I've been OT, but I’m tryna get right
See me roaming alone like a thief in the night
I’m a ghost in a shell, rather be out of sight
Not a shooter, but I keep a few and if I put a band on his head, get him for a price
Bitch blowing my high, pour a four in the Sprite, got me out of my body, bitch I sip light
And I’m dying a legend, I've been under-stepping, redeeming myself so I’m labeled a goat
They say keep the fam close and the enemy closer, but the one that love you gon' hurt you the most
The way that I sip and the way that I smoke, I be praying to God that I don’t overdose
I've been getting so high like a nigga could float, that bitch killed me inside, it was murder she wrote

[Bridge: Grouper]
Throwing poison seeds into the wind
Make the poison tree to grow in me begin
Let your branches fork my veins
Let your honey tide in me
Throwing poison seeds into the wind
Make the poison tree to grow in me begin
Let your branches fork my veins
Let your honey tide in me

[Verse: Vonsteez]
If it ain’t about chicken, I ain’t tryna hear it
I ain’t tryna cool it, I ain’t tryna kick it
They hitting my phone, but I ain’t finna listen
I’m chilling, ain’t making shit right you niggas
Just stay where you at ‘cause you made your decision
When niggas was down, wasn’t nobody with me
Now I’m on a mission, don’t call me your brother when you see me winning
You counted me out, get the fuck out my face
No we ain’t hanging out, no we can’t bang it out, no we can’t talk it out
You not my bro, what the fuck is you talking ‘bout?
.762 hit his chest, we can spark it out
Lot of shit on my mind and I can’t even sleep
I be getting so zooted, I can’t even think
I be off of the drugs, I don’t need a shrink
And the pain that I’m feeling inside, this shit ain’t for the weak, on bro
[Chorus: Vonsteez]
Walk through the dark, tryna get to the light
I know I've been OT, but I’m tryna get right
See me roaming alone like a thief in the night
I’m a ghost in a shell, rather be out of sight
Not a shooter, but I keep a few and if I put a band on his head, get him for a price
Bitch blowing my high, pour a four in the Sprite, got me out of my body, bitch I sip light
And I’m dying a legend, I've been under-stepping, redeeming myself so I’m labeled a goat
They say keep the fam close and the enemy closer, but the one that love you gon' hurt you the most
The way that I sip and the way that I smoke, I be praying to God that I don’t overdose
I've been getting so high like a nigga could float, that bitch killed me inside, it was murder she wrote

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December 1, 2023
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