Spiderwebs - Foreign Forest

Spiders in my clothes

I can feel 'em crawling in my head

In my head

In my head

You could flex your Gucci

But my fit be made of spiderwebs

Spiderwebs

Spiderwebs

If I was you I’d understand

Wanting to be dead

You should be dead

Just be dead

Blow your brains

I need somewhere to ash my cigarette

I lay my eggs inside her head

Whenever I get head

Call it what you want but

Baby this is Halloween

Cutting up the candy then I

Mix it with amphetamines

You got that pumpkin pie

Put it all on top of me

I bet it’s so sweet

It’ll rot my teeth

We fall in love and say

It’s only 'til the grave

So losing you is all that I anticipate

I see the truth behind your face

That holy shit

Life is toxic

Wanna trick-or-treat

Then they better bring a bag

Blood on my feet

Call that shit the new swag

I’m so high, yeah I fly like a bat

Bitin' on yo' bitch

Yeah, that’s why you be mad

So you the king of Halloween?

Bitch I’m yo' dad

You can see how this Baretta sing right into yo' back

Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop

Feel like Orville Redenbacher how I pop

Spiders in my clothes

I can feel 'em crawling in my head

In my head

In my head

You could flex your Gucci

But my fit be made of spiderwebs

Spiderwebs

Spiderwebs

If I was you I’d understand

Wanting to be dead

You should be dead

Just be dead

Blow your brains

I need somewhere to ash my cigarette

I lay my eggs inside her head

Whenever I get head