Snakehouse
Lyrics
Slippery Stair: "I'll take you down there for 25 schmeckles" I had a dream there were snakes flying out of your mouth Living under my porch Living under my house And it's some things in your veins that you can't seem to get out Made my arteries touch Tear my cartilage up Cause when it's five in the morning And you're scared you're not you You gotta reevaluate some things That's not a bar Trabajar, let's get it brackin through the brackish pits Stacking chips Pull up to the spot, bitch I'm acting sick Fuck it man, I'm on one A human with an asterisk Another kind of hidden sleight of hand attempt To overwhelm and undermine Your style is under mine Fuck 'em
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 01:01
- Key
- 8
- Tempo
- 140 BPM