What I hate most in this life is a long night
Four walls and no calls and no lights
But the moonlight creepin' through the blinds
Ceiling fan on high spinnin'
I'm beginning to believe that tonight is the night
Dead by dawn
I'll shred my palms to the end of my arm
I'm spread and gone, embalmed
Put me in the dirt where I belong
Existence is overrated anyway
Fifty years later, they won't remember you're dead
Six billion people living as civilians and I hated them all
I should have been a vermillion reptilian living in a swamp
(At least I'd have scales to protect me from the pain)
Enter the void with my wrist shackled up
Codeine and water that fill up my cup
Visuals glisten when I get f*cked up
Rehab's for quitters and I don't give up
Cockin' the nine if you wanna act tough
This all by design, I don't have any luck
When it comes to them dollars, don't make me get buck
Hollow-tip showers when I go and bust
Tell me the reason you wanna be us
I'll tell you good riddance and then get the f*ck
Used to f*ck bitches in back of the bus
Nothin' has changed, bitch, I'm still bustin' nuts
Always complainin' 'bout bitches and love
When I don't feel nothing, no not even lust
Triple six demons, in Satan we trust
Killing these motherf*ckers is a must
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What I hate most in this life is a long night
Four walls and no calls and no lights
But the moonlight creepin' through the blinds
Ceiling fan on high spinnin'
I'm beginning to believe that tonight is the night
Dead by dawn
I'll shred my palms to the end of my arm
I'm spread and gone, embalmed
Put me in the dirt where I belong
Existence is overrated anyway
Fifty years later, they won't remember you're dead
Six billion people living as civilians and I hated them all
I should have been a vermillion reptilian living in a swamp
(At least I'd have scales to protect me from the pain)
Enter the void with my wrist shackled up
Codeine and water that fill up my cup
Visuals glisten when I get f*cked up
Rehab's for quitters and I don't give up
Cockin' the nine if you wanna act tough
This all by design, I don't have any luck
When it comes to them dollars, don't make me get buck
Hollow-tip showers when I go and bust
Tell me the reason you wanna be us
I'll tell you good riddance and then get the f*ck
Used to f*ck bitches in back of the bus
Nothin' has changed, bitch, I'm still bustin' nuts
Always complainin' 'bout bitches and love
When I don't feel nothing, no not even lust
Triple six demons, in Satan we trust
Killing these motherf*ckers is a must
Four walls and no calls and no lights
But the moonlight creepin' through the blinds
Ceiling fan on high spinnin'
I'm beginning to believe that tonight is the night
Dead by dawn
I'll shred my palms to the end of my arm
I'm spread and gone, embalmed
Put me in the dirt where I belong
Existence is overrated anyway
Fifty years later, they won't remember you're dead
Six billion people living as civilians and I hated them all
I should have been a vermillion reptilian living in a swamp
(At least I'd have scales to protect me from the pain)
Enter the void with my wrist shackled up
Codeine and water that fill up my cup
Visuals glisten when I get f*cked up
Rehab's for quitters and I don't give up
Cockin' the nine if you wanna act tough
This all by design, I don't have any luck
When it comes to them dollars, don't make me get buck
Hollow-tip showers when I go and bust
Tell me the reason you wanna be us
I'll tell you good riddance and then get the f*ck
Used to f*ck bitches in back of the bus
Nothin' has changed, bitch, I'm still bustin' nuts
Always complainin' 'bout bitches and love
When I don't feel nothing, no not even lust
Triple six demons, in Satan we trust
Killing these motherf*ckers is a must
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.