Hit em' with a motherf*ckin' headshot
Headlock
Blood clot
Toke that: 1, 2, 3
Now it's black as my lungs
223s cause I'm cockin' my gun
Black uzi now I'm sprayin' it for fun
(Yeah)
Cause I tried to take it easy
But I'm wastin' away
Stay up all night drinking
I can f*ckin' feel my mental slowly sinking
And my words feel weak
My eyes are bleeding
And you know I'd like to talk about the metaphorical aspect
Of an album called laundromat
And, like, spinnin' in cycles all that shit
The reality is
I'm just a spinnin' piece of shit
Blood is on my sink I wash it out with some detergent
I cock back then I pop pop urgent
Get the feds on the scene there's an emergence
It's too messy to clean I'm gon burn it
And my head is spinnin' round; alcoholic
Yeah it's been about a year wish I could drop it
But I can't so grab a bottle, pop it
Cause my head's inside a cage and I locked it
(And I can't f*ckin' breathe)
Yeah I rust my sink
And I broke my faucet
Now I can't think
I just know I lost it
Just one more drink
I'm bout to vomit
So help me please
Just bein' honest
I know it's too late to run
And I don't know if I even would
Yeah I don't know if I even would
F*ck I don't know if I even would
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Hit em' with a motherf*ckin' headshot
Headlock
Blood clot
Toke that: 1, 2, 3
Now it's black as my lungs
223s cause I'm cockin' my gun
Black uzi now I'm sprayin' it for fun
(Yeah)
Cause I tried to take it easy
But I'm wastin' away
Stay up all night drinking
I can f*ckin' feel my mental slowly sinking
And my words feel weak
My eyes are bleeding
And you know I'd like to talk about the metaphorical aspect
Of an album called laundromat
And, like, spinnin' in cycles all that shit
The reality is
I'm just a spinnin' piece of shit
Blood is on my sink I wash it out with some detergent
I cock back then I pop pop urgent
Get the feds on the scene there's an emergence
It's too messy to clean I'm gon burn it
And my head is spinnin' round; alcoholic
Yeah it's been about a year wish I could drop it
But I can't so grab a bottle, pop it
Cause my head's inside a cage and I locked it
(And I can't f*ckin' breathe)
Yeah I rust my sink
And I broke my faucet
Now I can't think
I just know I lost it
Just one more drink
I'm bout to vomit
So help me please
Just bein' honest
I know it's too late to run
And I don't know if I even would
Yeah I don't know if I even would
F*ck I don't know if I even would
Headlock
Blood clot
Toke that: 1, 2, 3
Now it's black as my lungs
223s cause I'm cockin' my gun
Black uzi now I'm sprayin' it for fun
(Yeah)
Cause I tried to take it easy
But I'm wastin' away
Stay up all night drinking
I can f*ckin' feel my mental slowly sinking
And my words feel weak
My eyes are bleeding
And you know I'd like to talk about the metaphorical aspect
Of an album called laundromat
And, like, spinnin' in cycles all that shit
The reality is
I'm just a spinnin' piece of shit
Blood is on my sink I wash it out with some detergent
I cock back then I pop pop urgent
Get the feds on the scene there's an emergence
It's too messy to clean I'm gon burn it
And my head is spinnin' round; alcoholic
Yeah it's been about a year wish I could drop it
But I can't so grab a bottle, pop it
Cause my head's inside a cage and I locked it
(And I can't f*ckin' breathe)
Yeah I rust my sink
And I broke my faucet
Now I can't think
I just know I lost it
Just one more drink
I'm bout to vomit
So help me please
Just bein' honest
I know it's too late to run
And I don't know if I even would
Yeah I don't know if I even would
F*ck I don't know if I even would
Writer: Josh Peters
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