Creeping up out the north side it's that skeleton with them holed eyes
And I'm hanging up on a bowtie
Where's the hang up? Droppin my whole life
Don't boast and show them cold lies
If I f*cked you once, don't pose twice
Don't hit me back then ghost write
Meant hit you back from both sides
F*cking up quick like drop out of school with a mic and a wish
Pack of the busch and a mind full of sins
Had to slice up the grin
Had enough rage to fuel the fire in his wits
Dedicate songs just to fry in the end
Because we'll all meet death when the day's turning dim and
I've invited him in