Prom Dress - Haych

I can hear you falling

When I say that you should

Call me, call me, call me

But no payback

When the night gets cold

And the high gets old

I can hear you falling

When I say that you should

Call me, call me, call me

But no payback

When the night gets cold

And the high gets old, sometimes

You get a purse that’s free

I’m in a hearse, fifteen

Said she want, sit on

The top of my dick, on my jeans

I just be watching her working

And beating her demons

Awkward prick

Handing out bricks

With a porcelain dick

Inside your bitch

Let’s talk this through

I’m stuck like glue

250 on the shoes

You respect me too

Lifeless, try less

It’s no good to be reckless

I could be your princess

Your pretty like a prom dress

I could wear a skirt too

Pull up, I go «skrt» too

Chained up in the backroom

Call me 'fore I see you

I can hear you falling

When I say that you should

Call me, call me, call me

But no payback

When the night gets cold

And the high gets old, sometimes

You get a purse that’s free

I’m in a hearse, fifteen

Said she want, sit on

The top of my dick, on my jeans

I just be watching her working

And beating her demons

Little bitch, never rest

Blood pouring on the floor

Make a mess, be your best

Stay there 'till you’re comfortable

Shawty want a kiss

So I bike down to the park

That shit is pure bliss

It’s a Farcry in the dark

Joeseph Seed, woship me

Like I never been seen

Praise God, out of love

Praise you, out of heart

See your spark, never stray

Never park

Till you put a bullet in my head

Bench in the wrong park

That’s that

S.O.S

Save our souls less

Break my fucking neck

Leave me with the stress (Over)

Bless

I can hear you falling

When I say that you should

Call me, call me, call me

But no payback

When the night gets cold

And the high gets old, sometimes

You get a purse that’s free

I’m in a hearse, fifteen

Said she want, sit on

The top of my dick, on my jeans

I just be watching her working

And beating her demons

I can hear you falling

When I say that you should

Call me, call me, call me

But no payback

When the night gets cold

And the high gets old, sometimes

You get a purse that’s free

I’m in a hearse, fifteen

Said she want, sit on

The top of my dick, on my jeans

I just be watching her working

And beating her demons