Runway - Heroine Diaries, Wido

Treat it like a fashion, I know they wanna be me

Walking down the runway, modeling with Glaivey

Yeah, we dressed up for a nice occasion

Spinna on my hip and it hates them, got they heart racing

Treat it like a fashion, I know they wanna be me

Walking down the runway, modeling with Glaivey

Yeah, we dressed up for a nice occasion

Spinna on my hip and it hates them, got they heart racing

Wanted me to die, yeah, hit me up, it’s too late

Yeah, I know they hat me, but we own the runway

Put you in a trash can, your shit is containrs

You can please me three ways, euro, dollars, pesos

Stop walking, make me want to die

They pull up with 3s and 5s, I pull up with dirty knives

Call me Mr. Suicide 'cause I want my own homicide

Pills and water on my left shoulder, syringe on my right

Treat it like a fashion, I know they wanna be me

Walking down the runway, modeling with Glaivey

Yeah, we dressed up for a nice occasion

Spinna on my hip and it hates them, got they heart racing

If we talking pills then you know I fucking need it

I’ve been state to state, ask you girl, she be fiending

They don’t want smoke, all I hear is fucking squealing

Yeah, she broke my *****, pass the Xannies, get to healing

Why the fuck your fit so basic?

Pull up on them, leave them faceless

Fuck my home town, I’m most hated

Small town kids, ain’t been much places

Start to feel normal so I think I need the benzos

Crying like a bitch when he find out in the friend zone

Heard his new tape, I said, «Who the fuck this Bladee clone?»

Kill myself tonight just so I don’t have to be alone

(I know) I know they wanna be me

Walking down the runway, modeling with Glaivey

Yeah, we dressed up for a nice occasion

Spinna on my hip and it hates them, got they heart racing

(I know) I know they wanna be me

Walking down the runway, modeling with Glaivey

Yeah, we dressed up for a nice occasion

Spinna on my hip and it hates them, got they heart racing