Purple haze surrounding the greenery
I'm the chains the outlet where the key would be
Love the chase I turn it to an MP3
All my days are combining to fuck with me
I vomit and feel like I'm losing all particles
They made sure to bleed me on the mic
In any last case I'm last to bite the bullet
Powder stain my sight
I'm back in A-town have A-town back
Collect my ashes
Teeth are running fools gold to me
Tabacco ashes
Sending sentimental messages
Do I want to live?
Caught up in a lie, caught up in a fib
Loving you is like a sin
All the guilt of doing it
Felling stupid 'cause you know I'm not a superhuman
Got me like I don't know
I've been on interstates running from the folks
I've been feeling so insane
Put it all on the gram posts
Jotting down notes
I know that you think I'm a joke though
But I could be better
Standing my own ground
Got a vendetta
Running from the crowd through the harsh weather
Screwed up
Pardon my bad temper
We
Fall for the ecstasy
You don't remember me
But you were everything
Gave you a wedding ring
Cause you like diamond things
Got a diamond dream
To shine with me
Got me questioning everything
Like where you could be
Like where you could've gone
I done moved on
Drinks from Milan
Parties in my lawn
And it all cost a ton
Was it my fault
Tell me where you could've gone
Fade into your Al or Fe
Recipe for finer things
Stood into the gunnel
Sail into the star of endless sea
Mirror mirror
Just the method pioneer
Hair-back concubine
Extra verbiage to explain the thoughts I find
Unrefined I hyphen too I seem too careless
Oh we're slow on time I bruise the sunrise suffer greatness
Scabs eclipse on Venus
Loved a boy and smoking reefer buffest anotexic I just link to check the savings on her
That's the curse of an artist
The first of many carcasses I find
Chokehold on the tracklist
Album about you and I
And I was dumb enough to buy it
Ten finger discount bypassed cameras and riots
I'm in poncho and it's looking grim Hydrongecea it's poison on your lips
Scarring on your hips
Bet I can help you with your license
Back-end stomping grounds to talk about our vices
The time we had apart we saw who really got the highest
And I suffer the sense
Succumb to the call
Whatever I've done
Can not be accounted for
Fuck with the law
Slide it away
Going to cali 'cause I need to check the morgues
Richy and I not superhuman
Illness hits us the same
Check my final death row meal
It's laced with ethyl I'm assuming