6 feet down and the shovels on my face
Grabbing on my mace and i can’t see the trace
What’s the point of life if i can’t tie the lace
Neuses on my neck like i’m dying up in space
Can’t catch a f#cking break
Rolling double sixes like it’s black jack
Pouring up the rum now time to sit back
Clickity clack
Big black
On the doorstep
Take another sip
And i’m back
Like your foreskin
(blech)
b#tch i’m on a roll
Stacking all these bands like im out of control
Might feel the death toll
Time to go slow
While i’m thinking bout my bank roll
You ain’t nothing but a demon
Hit you from the back
While i watch your neck roll
Imma smoke a bowl
That’s my last resort
Calm mе down
While i’m tripping on my last soul
Hear me brеathing
Take me out
Gotta get out
That’s my last stroll
Grind through all my patience but you want more
Blinded by your face and every contour
Hide behind your pages sip the pain right out my blood
Find me gripping stainless when the day begin to run
Locked in the belly of a beast
Knock when it’s hellish in the teeth
Is that god in the wind through the trees
Is that god when i slip to my knees
Black palms with a wrist full of grease i bleed
Act calm with a grip on a piece to my teeth
Cracked gums from the grief when i gnaw through the words
Rats running through the streets when i fall through dirt
When i fall through the dirt i cut my hands open
When i fall through the dirt i cut my hands open
When i fall through the dirt i cut my hands open
When i fall through the dirt
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