A one-two
Pushing towards faces blue
I keep near my cash but my cash is mere
I feel the need to fast to bank faster here
Always clearing a path but the path won't clear
Save for my past, I'm past the beers
Passing on parties, I have to pass my tears
Saved them in a flask and it's lasted years
(Years)
Painted on the glass "These are Slacks' Fears"
I fear for the brash but the brash don't fear
Clearing their paths, all the grass and deer
I fear what I lack is a pack of peers
Pick a pickled pack and you're back in shears
Sheep will look back as they bah in fear
If their fear is in tact, then the tact is fear
Need to attack if attacks in the rear
Defend your ass from defensive jeers
Upended at last now the end is near
Put my bad-apples in a basket and I cast it sheer (huh)
Open the casket, basilisk appears (huh)
Gaze in his face and your face disappears
Reasons why I face blunts instead of facing fears
(It's become so weird)
The money we earn ain't staying here
What you know about long nights up in the dungeon?
Writing like it's off top and skipping all the functions
(I haven't slept in years)
Yes, I look like a mess is my best assumption
I'm too stressed, the f*ck I need a mirror for?
(Years)
What you know about long nights up in the dungeon?
Writing like it's off top and skipping all the functions
(Haven't been touched in years)
Yes, I look like a mess is my best assumption
I'm too stressed, the f*ck I need a mirror for?
(Years)
It's money