I would dream about the end of the world
I would see the heaven's wind catchin' fire
When the end is near I will sit here and just watch
There ain't enough space on that page
To replace all this rage that be caged up inside me
There ain't no way to escape all that hate everyday
Keep me waitin' here quietly
Hey I'm feelin' numb to society
I still be my self notoriety
And fuck em' whoever ain't likin' me
Pop em' like Vicodin
Then let the night begin
There ain't enough space on that page
To replace all this rage that be caged up inside me
There ain't no way to escape all that hate everyday
Keep me waitin' here quietly
Hey I'm feelin' numb to society
I still be my self notoriety
And fuck em' whoever ain't likin' me
Pop em' like Vicodin
Then let the night begin
Hey I'm usin' drugs like they're earplug
I be high as fuck like an airplane
If nobody perfect I'm near enough
And I see this world in a clear pain
You either gon' catch you a body
Or wind up a body on somebody's rap song
You come at me kamikaze
Turn you into broccoli
And roll your bitch ass right on back home
Boy y'all lame as fuck like a Trac-Phone
The only white boy in the trap house
I slap my dick on yo' hoe backbone
And then beat that shit up till she tap out
I stay gassin' up till I pass out
Boy y'all throwin' stones in a glass house
Y'all talkin' bout I took a bad route
Bitch I'll tear off this mirror and mash out
Come on
I would dream about the end of the world
I would see the heaven's wind catchin' fire
When the end is near I will sit here and just watch
There ain't enough space on that page
To replace all this rage that be caged up inside me
There ain't no way to escape all that hate everyday
Keep me waitin' here quietly
Hey I'm feelin' numb to society
I still be my self notoriety
And fuck em' whoever ain't likin' me
Pop em' like Vicodin
Then let the night begin
Sick boy
So sick in the head I'm gon' need medication
So please tell my doctor I'm startin' to go crazy
This shit that I'm doin'
Them moves you ain't make it
Yo' Bitch at the house and she swallow my babies
I'm blowin' this money like I'll never save it
I'm smokin' that Zaza this shit be my favorite
So shout out to anyone ever that hate it
That shit that you talkin' in I'm gon' make it
This shit that you talkin' in I'm gon' make it
Shout out to anyone ever that hate it
This shit that you talkin' in I'm gon' make it
Ski mask
Boots on
Kick in yo' door it's a robbery
My bad
Your fault
Shouldn't have told me your ass was ballin'
Don't piss me off
Get hit with these sticks like hockey
Yellow tape
White chalk
They tracin' that shit around yo' body
There ain't enough space on that page
To replace all this rage that be caged up inside me
There ain't no way to escape all that hate everyday
Keep me waitin' here quietly
Hey I'm feelin' numb to society
I still be my self notoriety
And fuck em' whoever ain't likin' me
Pop em' like Vicodin
Then let the night begin
I would dream about the end of the world
I would see the heaven's wind catchin' fire
When the end is near I will sit here and just watch
I would dream about the end of the world
I would see the heaven's wind catchin' fire
When the end is near I will sit here and just watch