Primo - The End Goal Lyrics

One of these ole days
Somebody gon check on me
And I ain't gon be here to answer
This is sinister
Ministers can't administer
Sinners when they been sinning themselves
They should be sick of themselves
Not the happiest
Least ain't just sittin in jail
I talk my stuff, then I bail
Writing raps up in braille
The blind feelin it too
They want me dead so bad that pickin out suits
The facts are missing the truths
The lies are looking like fruit
In the garden of Eden
Hangin on by noose
This for your soul like chicken noodle soup
I need a boost to recoup
Seeing grey with the goose
The bottle top is too loose
Somebody chase me fore' this chaser end up turning to booze
The world want me to lose
Cheers turnin to boo's
I mean, I'm way too confused
I need a lecture
Electric chair
A person to say they care
And really truly mean it
What a breath of fresh air
Too bad that never a happen
I need a blunt and some aspirin
This ship been sinking
I'm captain
I really been out here cappin
I know