Room 27 - Rejjie Snow, Dana Williams

Always on my own like «ha ha ha ha»

Jump to the ledge like «ha ha ha ha»

Jumping to the sky like «ha ha ha ha»

I might do it like «ha ha ha ha»

My funeral with 27 people like «ha»

Always on my own I’m like «ha ha ha ha»

Jumping to the sky like «ha ha ha ha»

I’m like hahahaha

Have no friends in 27

By myself in 27

All alone in 27

Found her body in 27

Please pray for me, in 27

Have no friends in 27

By myself at 27

All alone in 27

Yo, check this

I might kill me a nigga like pow pow pow pow

Put the gun up in his mouth like nigga I don’t give a *bleep*

Still I’m chasing demons, best believe I ain’t been eating

Best believe I see my shadow checking on me like I’m Jesus, but

Jeez Louise this paranoia haunting me like erryday

Hotel food and Skyping you, I love it when you lingerie

Hotel rooms, hotel rooms, crying 'bout this fucking few

Candle burning, candle burning, inkwell for my favourite do

I fucking hate your guts, look what you’ve became, it’s nuts

Now its down, down, down, down all the way to hell and up

Up is where you treaded, life is sacraments and atheists

Trade your morals, my withdrawals

Heroin and pissy cups

Uncles he no longer has, no guidance and looking back

Nobody to call his own, phone be ringing always off

(Hello? Hello?)

I don’t even trust myself, feel like I just don’t belong

Feel like fucking flying, wish you understand my fucking thoughts

Confidence is terminated, hatred in my fucking bones

Hate your fucking skinny-legged fame, I hope you fucking choke

In denial, homicidal court cases and algebra

I was doing licks and getting money but this passion was

Me and microphone, this room was 27 like the club

Dead kids, too short, life gone, mad drugs

Suicide, genocide, responsibility for us

Responsibility for us

Look inside the mirror, looking thinner, but they paying us

I guess I’m fucking famous doing Versace and Adda now

27 like the club, 27 different drugs

I be going back to black, stairway up to heaven bruh