My thinking style has become more obsessed
Lack of my white wheels gets me mad
I've burped all my life in da f*ck ass
When you're high right now f*ck that stupid past
Cigarette ash on the right eye
Tears on a paper washing off wise sign
Limiting, hold in check, restrain, put in break
Make me stressed
Make it to get me sad
I just wanna suicide, make it feel warm inside
Death always wants to bite, get ready for the fight
I like to live at night, I'm on my dark side
One more day and I will die (you will die)
Holy nerves...
Holy pain...
Mixing dirt, merging sort
Now all you get to snort
I would like to be reach
But I'm still poor
All the money in the world
Are changing minds
Don't try to find sense
In my god damn lines
I wish I could sleep, yea I do
I wish I could dream, yea I do
I wish you've never known my sick soul...
Make it to get me sad
I just wanna suicide, make it feel warm inside
Death always wants to bite, get ready for the fight
I like to live at night, I'm on my dark side
One more day and I will die (you will die)
Make it to get me sad
I just wanna suicide, make it feel warm inside
Death always wants to bite, get ready for the fight
I like to live at night, I'm on my dark side
One more day and I will die (you will die)