Benji Iii - Crude Lyrics

You ain't gotta pardon my awkwardness
Only came for the carcasses
Leave a mark on the beast that's the cause of this lost heart
And it hurts to know that you hate me
Expressing that in a mosh pit
Of lost souls in my city the liquor the false confidence
All depressed and it's obvious, crucify him and copy it
Rage with the same base in the name of a dead communist
She shakin' like the greatest when he's aging with a parkinson hand
The dick split her like I'm parallel parking a van
I'm jiggy with it, doing it how Biggie did it
Real Puff Daddy, send yo bitch back weed scented
Mama this is only the beginning
I can no longer tell the difference between winning and sinning
My world is different when the moon rise, and i dissect her innocence
She treat me like a king but I'm still living off these benefits
She chatty, I ain't into it, bouncing when I finish this
Spirit and my spliffy so I probably won't remember shit

Future so bright, bet these rays cut yo eyes out
Money on my mind look alive nigga look alive
Give me to the wind, burn my flesh when my times out
From third life dimension, when I'm omnipotent
Future so bright, bet these rays cut yo eyes out
Money on my mind look alive nigga look alive
Give me to the wind, burn mt flesh when my times out
From third life dimension, when I'm omnipotent

I try to follow the light when I'm fading into the night
Boy you know that this road is dark that I'm paving
I'm leaving a trail of ash that I tapped on the pavement
Cause I'm plagued with a broken home
That's housing all the pain that I'm escaping
I'm self-medicating, the curse of my generation
The age of information gets clouded by memes and aesthetic Sources site from Reddit
Trust is but a bluff and now to love's become a fetish
Can we reconnect with God?
Do we recognize ourselves?
A lot has died for their niggas tryna multiply their wealth
And I'm tryna lend a hand when I can barely help myself
I'm too deep in my mental, I forgot about my health like
Like f*ck it, I'ma light the spliff, whatever happens, happens
And if we live to see tomorrow, Bitch I'm blind to all your sorrow
Planned it like a bandit, got no hope for you to borrow
Musty, dusty, mag infested gypsies tryna horo-scope me out
You'll take your life tryna read this mind hoe, what you bout?
I picked my head up off the plate
I'm man enough to hold my own weight now
Patch me up but you stressed me out
Relieved it all on your gran-gran couch
Fiddled your heart but I loved your mouth
I drug her through a horror flick
Drugs a do a whore a fix, problematic with the schitz