I be getting bitches over, as they thinking I am sober
I am hiding in the closet, as they draw closer
Stumble when I walk, sluring when I talk
Fuck is up? Who to blame? Devil got my tounge
I'm the son of the serpent roaming free, but only till I'm six feet deep
Take me out like the black sheep, take away my evil deeds
Suicide while I sleep, but you bring me back to life
I got bitches hanging on the line
From the upper isle, yah
Standing at the station, waiting for my lesson
Waiting for the blessing, drive me down the resin
Leave, I'm never stressing
Standing at the gates of hell, I'm the one to be thrown in
You're the one to cave it in, heaven waiting as I took your sins
Took the blame for what we made
Like a rocket ship
Launched into space without GPS
Stranded at the top, its getting lonely catching up
I might ressurect to the same place when I'm dead