St. Yimah - Peasant Lyrics

And this is more than you wanted
I could tell
But I can sell every product that I carry
Choose your measure I could tell you if it's deadly
And this is business
I'll prepare your obituary
Take the image of your sisters and bury 'em
Cuz with the sinning that you did it's imperative to keep your distance
Initiate a new era man
And eliminate the chances of nailing at failure

Been tryna eat right but all I got on my plate infinite unresolved issues
Another night with me and this bottle
Up late wishing that I was with you
Going insane
Cuz I got no one
I lost my name
Drank lots of potion
Always been the same
Soaked in f*cking rum
Man, what am I saying?
This shit is broken
I can't sleep