Too dark out, pour a little heart out, born from the flames n we ain't ever getting burned out
This music is my rage and it ain't ever gettin' turned down
Fuck you and them lames for fuckin' tellin' us we too loud and I wanna get faded hella fucked up tonight
Coke hit my brain like you thought 'bout that line or if I'm alright, I'm not fuckin' good till that smoke hits my mind
I'm tired and making money moves with death, wish I could make fuckin' sense of why I'm stayin' in my head and I don't wanna keep this up
Forget that shit that I don't say and I don't wanna live this way
I would much rather be dead, shit hurts, demons deviations disperse, I'm trynna keep this shit turnt so to them bitches clappin' throw it in an uno reverse
Blazin' bud gettin' burnt, chronologic chronic, fuck your club on Tuesdays cause I'm hittin' it first
Thought it'd help but she's just making it worse and he ain't trust her out at parties cause she's know to flirt and I got lean on my shirt and my perception distorts
I'm trynna keep this shit on lock until my bones in the dirt
They doomed, slit my fuckin' neck inside the court room
Lacerate the track into that nosforwhatthatassdo
Eatin' up a check and imma spend it all at Whole Foods, all the beef you fakin' like you eatin' up at five dudes
New shoes, don't hand me fuckin' paper later if it ain't with the tint blue, ceiling fuckin' shattered like the top was just a rage room
Music what I breath, so no there ain't no fuckin' plan two, no need to understand dude
Just blast this shit on max, kick back, relapse, fuck a mask, just need the trap, the track unpacked, might end my fuckin' life in fact
Just another day with the barrel to my cerebellum
Ain't anticipate notes, ain't got shit to tell em'
Too dark out, pour a little heart out, born from the flames n we ain't ever getting burned out
This music is my rage and it ain't ever gettin' turned down
Fuck you and them lames for fuckin' tellin' us we too loud and I wanna get faded hella fucked up tonight
Coke hit my brain like you thought 'bout that line or if I'm alright, I'm not fuckin' good till that smoke hits my mind
I'm tired and making money moves with death, wish I could make fuckin' sense of why I'm stayin' in my head and I don't wanna keep this up
Forget that shit that I don't say and I don't wanna live this way
I would much rather be dead, shit hurts, demons deviations disperse, I'm trynna keep this shit turnt so to them bitches clappin' throw it in an uno reverse
Blazin' bud gettin' burnt, chronologic chronic, fuck your club on Tuesdays cause I'm hittin' it first
And I wanna get faded hella fucked up tonight
Coke hit my brain like you thought 'bout that line or if I'm alright, I'm not fuckin' good till that smoke hits my mind
And I wanna get faded hella fucked up tonight
Coke hit my brain like you thought 'bout that line or if I'm alright, I'm not fuckin' good till that smoke hits my mind