Let's take a walk down the alley
South side of Cali
In the mind-field, get damaged badly
It's nasty
Ain't this what you wanted, right?
Draw a mental picture of the timeline
All this time to stay alive is leading to my demise
This torture got a hold on my life
A lot of weight on this mic from back in 05
Sleep deprived, awake at night I go to wipe my eyes
Who's the driver of this Nissan?
That carry in the glove box, a prayer cloth
Inhale smoke clouds of fumes spewing from the exhaust
My drug of choice is laced with pain, I'm laughing through the coughs
The words is getting clearer from the voices hiding in the walls
Spiritual scars, clean the wounds with salt
See figures that crawl during the night time with ahold of my voodoo doll
They're saying
Help me take your life away, let me help you take your life away
Jamian - Flesh Wounds Lyrics
Jamian - Flesh Wounds Lyrics
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Let's take a walk down the alley
South side of Cali
In the mind-field, get damaged badly
It's nasty
Ain't this what you wanted, right?
Draw a mental picture of the timeline
All this time to stay alive is leading to my demise
This torture got a hold on my life
A lot of weight on this mic from back in 05
Sleep deprived, awake at night I go to wipe my eyes
Who's the driver of this Nissan?
That carry in the glove box, a prayer cloth
Inhale smoke clouds of fumes spewing from the exhaust
My drug of choice is laced with pain, I'm laughing through the coughs
The words is getting clearer from the voices hiding in the walls
Spiritual scars, clean the wounds with salt
See figures that crawl during the night time with ahold of my voodoo doll
They're saying
Help me take your life away, let me help you take your life away
South side of Cali
In the mind-field, get damaged badly
It's nasty
Ain't this what you wanted, right?
Draw a mental picture of the timeline
All this time to stay alive is leading to my demise
This torture got a hold on my life
A lot of weight on this mic from back in 05
Sleep deprived, awake at night I go to wipe my eyes
Who's the driver of this Nissan?
That carry in the glove box, a prayer cloth
Inhale smoke clouds of fumes spewing from the exhaust
My drug of choice is laced with pain, I'm laughing through the coughs
The words is getting clearer from the voices hiding in the walls
Spiritual scars, clean the wounds with salt
See figures that crawl during the night time with ahold of my voodoo doll
They're saying
Help me take your life away, let me help you take your life away
Writer: Jamian Robinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid