Blood in my eyes red in the sky into the tide and I'm ready to die
Falling apart dead in the dark killing myself and I'm making it art
Thinking that you saved me but the Reaper's out to play me
I ain't making it to eighty cuz I'm batshit crazy
Baby keep a grudge like you keep them fingers in your hair (yeah)
Paranoid you turn around they vanished into thin air (yeah yeah)
Thousand yard stare I got them demons in my glare
Now I'm seeing shit that isn't even really there (what what)
Riding through the city 808 bass let it bump
Never catch a case I got bodies in the trunk
Grip-Grip-Gripping on a shotty pump I pull the trigger let it dump (what)
Lean you over let you slump you know I never gave a f*ck
Black tee, black hearse put me back in the dirt
In the earth, luck worse, now you're thinking that you're cursed
Bloodthirsted immersed now you gonna need a nurse
Thinking that you're first pussyboy better know your worth
Bitch it's motherf*cking Yung Stain standing in the rain
F*cking it up insane body floating down the drain
Toxic blood run thru my veins talking shit'll get you slain
Disappear like David Blaine but still their ghost remains (dropping dropping)
Psilocybin in my brain got me jumping off a cliff
F*cked up since a kid blow my lid it ain't an accident
Dead Boy Soldier can't get any colder
Playing Russian roulette with all my disorders
Cruisin' down your block whole clique
I'm bout to kill his mind
Walking with the Glock soul scrapped up on his Calvin Klein
Leave em' lined in chalk I'ma take their shit and rob em' blind
Running out the clock no survivors when I grab the nine
Pulling up I f*cked that bitch and broke her spine
Asked her what's the time (huh)
The stars align then she asked me "what's your sign"
Why they acting like they know me
Lonely stay going out my f*cking mind
Slowly killing myself by design
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Blood in my eyes red in the sky into the tide and I'm ready to die
Falling apart dead in the dark killing myself and I'm making it art
Thinking that you saved me but the Reaper's out to play me
I ain't making it to eighty cuz I'm batshit crazy
Baby keep a grudge like you keep them fingers in your hair (yeah)
Paranoid you turn around they vanished into thin air (yeah yeah)
Thousand yard stare I got them demons in my glare
Now I'm seeing shit that isn't even really there (what what)
Riding through the city 808 bass let it bump
Never catch a case I got bodies in the trunk
Grip-Grip-Gripping on a shotty pump I pull the trigger let it dump (what)
Lean you over let you slump you know I never gave a f*ck
Black tee, black hearse put me back in the dirt
In the earth, luck worse, now you're thinking that you're cursed
Bloodthirsted immersed now you gonna need a nurse
Thinking that you're first pussyboy better know your worth
Bitch it's motherf*cking Yung Stain standing in the rain
F*cking it up insane body floating down the drain
Toxic blood run thru my veins talking shit'll get you slain
Disappear like David Blaine but still their ghost remains (dropping dropping)
Psilocybin in my brain got me jumping off a cliff
F*cked up since a kid blow my lid it ain't an accident
Dead Boy Soldier can't get any colder
Playing Russian roulette with all my disorders
Cruisin' down your block whole clique
I'm bout to kill his mind
Walking with the Glock soul scrapped up on his Calvin Klein
Leave em' lined in chalk I'ma take their shit and rob em' blind
Running out the clock no survivors when I grab the nine
Pulling up I f*cked that bitch and broke her spine
Asked her what's the time (huh)
The stars align then she asked me "what's your sign"
Why they acting like they know me
Lonely stay going out my f*cking mind
Slowly killing myself by design
Falling apart dead in the dark killing myself and I'm making it art
Thinking that you saved me but the Reaper's out to play me
I ain't making it to eighty cuz I'm batshit crazy
Baby keep a grudge like you keep them fingers in your hair (yeah)
Paranoid you turn around they vanished into thin air (yeah yeah)
Thousand yard stare I got them demons in my glare
Now I'm seeing shit that isn't even really there (what what)
Riding through the city 808 bass let it bump
Never catch a case I got bodies in the trunk
Grip-Grip-Gripping on a shotty pump I pull the trigger let it dump (what)
Lean you over let you slump you know I never gave a f*ck
Black tee, black hearse put me back in the dirt
In the earth, luck worse, now you're thinking that you're cursed
Bloodthirsted immersed now you gonna need a nurse
Thinking that you're first pussyboy better know your worth
Bitch it's motherf*cking Yung Stain standing in the rain
F*cking it up insane body floating down the drain
Toxic blood run thru my veins talking shit'll get you slain
Disappear like David Blaine but still their ghost remains (dropping dropping)
Psilocybin in my brain got me jumping off a cliff
F*cked up since a kid blow my lid it ain't an accident
Dead Boy Soldier can't get any colder
Playing Russian roulette with all my disorders
Cruisin' down your block whole clique
I'm bout to kill his mind
Walking with the Glock soul scrapped up on his Calvin Klein
Leave em' lined in chalk I'ma take their shit and rob em' blind
Running out the clock no survivors when I grab the nine
Pulling up I f*cked that bitch and broke her spine
Asked her what's the time (huh)
The stars align then she asked me "what's your sign"
Why they acting like they know me
Lonely stay going out my f*cking mind
Slowly killing myself by design
Writer: Logan Daniels
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