Song Lyrics

We were on the throne, living on our own
Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in)
She just wanna dance, I'ma get them bands
Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I'd die for my respect

Wrist, diamonds, ice, neon green lights
Don't care about the price, I cop it, I smash it, this size
Wrist, diamonds, ice, percocet, my Sprite
Percys in my Sprite, Louis bag, three stripes

As I walk through the fire with my wings
I could only stop for this Irish like I lean
She just want to pop all the molly in the Benz
I've been getting rich, making money with my friends
Bitch, we off them shits, time to stay until the end
I'm just trynna pop all the bottles, f*ck the feds
I got fifty pills all up in our money bags
She gon' watch how I spend it, like, just to get it back
Sitting on the field, snakes through the money tracks
Breaking in and entering, bitch we popping tags
Keep the fire burning off a blunt like candle wax
Burning down your money 'til it ain't nothing to stack

We were on the throne, living on our own
Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in)
She just wanna dance, I'mma get them bands
Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I'd die for my respect

Flick all my lights, chain, dirty Sprite
Living my life, I'm alright, shawty, she my type
Die for this I might, chains all freeze outside
Flick all my lights, chain, dirty Sprite

As I hop by the avenue with my wings
Baby don't stop, wanna give you everything
When we off them rocks, I'ma tell you everything
Soap on my shoes and on my heart, it's getting thin
But you're a butterfly riding through the desert winds
I'm really bad, I love all the finer things
When I come close, close to you I can't sin
Heaven knows I'm bad, but Lord, I can't fix a thing
Fly too close to the sun, my wings give in
I gave you my whole life, don't owe you a thing
As I chose life and this rug made of mink
Burning down the winter 'cause I'm over everything

We were on the throne, living on our own (Leandoer stranger)
Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in)
She just wanna dance, I'ma get them bands
Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I'd die for my respect

Carl-mikael Berlander, Jonathan Leandoer Hastad, Ludwig Rosenberg