Duffel bags of a sand
Bitch I don't know what your plan is
They don't understand
Where they stand up on this planet
Blood all on my hands
Get that brick and taking damage
Rubble ash and bands
Stack them thick then make them vanish
Yuh, ghost
Lost on the coast
Keep that smoke
Bout seven twenty-four
Folks
Never know what I know
They gone forward like it free for the notes
Roast
Walking the with feet on the coal
Burning my skin never bother me though
Learning my sin while walk round the rope
Yea tight with my grip but I might let go
I don't see what I see
I just know so I don't like that
I'ma keep it icy till my snow
Gone froze like ice caps
Body bags on my shoulder
With Polaroid no toe tags
Side effects of my nova
Grow colder while my sight black
I don't care if you like me
I'm always on the nightstand
Dropping tabs on the nightly
Not sober when I write back
Sorry for my senses, I been sensing bad intentions
Sentimental things just bring me hell
I'm colder cause it keeps me well
Keep me well
Stack the K
I don't sell
Heathen fell
Found the blaze
And he won't tell (no he won't tell)
Now we run
Now we eat
Now we swell (now we swell)
Like the waves
Making caves
Outta silt
I don't got what you want
Out my spot (out my spot)
They don't need
What you fiend, fucking stop (fucking stop)
Suck it up
This your fault
Get yourself
For yourself
Fucking dealt
What you got
You want more
Cut it off
Faceless
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