Istasha The Scrub - Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets (Lyrics)

🎶 Istasha The Scrub - Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets [Prod. Istasha] 🎶 ✖ » Follow the artists « ✖ Istasha 🧾 Lyrics 🧾 Under trees i could lay No shade I feel like Apollo But i feel no Pain Prolly im a dummy, No mannequinn But i cannot shift anything On the minute I could change my Name No Witch that could phase my brain Back with the shakels strapped, Untamed All up in the cut Like it’s bad blood Buds are bad crop Brain rot, Like I got bad Strain Ghost Leave the scene Go burrow down in debris No control No receipt No buy back Drift with the leaves In my hell Forty feet No cover deep under sea Never sleep Leave my face Live in my space I paint opaque Ice cold, Bitten like revved up pit bull I go hidden, Like a Debt never payed full Hollowed face stay marked no Sigil I could play my part no vigil Hooked up Taken by the breath like a dead bug With the baggage I’m a vet On the red rug Hall of fame lay tame Residual Sever connections Affection Forget em all Subscribe for more!