Crucified dreams
These dark alleys are lonely like me
The genie from the bottle does not grant wishes
Inhale the smoke from this
Certainly this life is bitch
Who'ill exchange you for a daddy with benz
Forty degrees with this smoke, just pouring between my lips
Again driving a hearse with numbers 666
Everybody's waiting for the bitch in black and her cold last kiss
Shit, leaving for you dead on this track with me and Corvu$
Use our stuff to overdose
Keep in mind that life is not eternal bitch