I get high and then record
Then I'll say what's on my soul
And you know what's in my blood
Couple benzos, alcohol
And I fly away
I'm not here anymore
But I'm not on the moon either
I'm probably on mars
Got a soul but its broken
And It´s scarred
Some of it my fault other times it was not
Danger to myself
Momma call the cops
Danger to myself
Momma call the cops
Live for a moment
Never for a lifetime
Pills in my stomach, nah you don't get the lifestyle
We are like vamps, only go out in the night-time
Pass me that gas, you know that it is my lifeline