Freezed up, bass hit Up and copy, paste it Drink till I be, wasted And this world so, tasteless Dead friends on my bracelets My death sentence need patience Once you make it erase it Don't get lost in the matrix I board that train up with no ticket keep my eyes up for booby traps Deal with all my problems keep them locked up in Gucci bags My homie popping perks I told his dumb ass stop doing that That high might be alright but know that come down so blue and black And every single second slip these serpents never let me live They want to test your grip, like will you hold on or slip There must be some way out, because suicide too mainstream Depressed that's how my days be, your memories just pain me
Drifting on a memory Ain't no place I'd rather be But with you, and loving you
Damn, like here we go again Playing records, let them spin I Hope the heavens let me in So I can greet you but wait, hope you're not down in flames That devil shit be fucking strange It's not your fault you crashed your plane But then again it is, now I'm out getting ribs And searching for my exorcist, so demons let the games begin Getting too high, my friends all getting too high There's no surprise, I knew that was the case when you died And I don't wanna see another pill again they killing friends I wish the devil and god inside you would've just made a mends Your boy been lonely it's a shame your time is finished On the cusp of all this greatness save a place up where your sitting and I'll be thereYou might also like
Compositor: Christian Robert Felner (Felly) ECAD: Obra #34985012