So whats the point
It seems like Im askin this alot
It seems like hesitation is the only vibe I come across
Im smokin pot
I find Im f*cking hating it alot
I tend to love the things I hate
And hate to love the things I got
Im growing weary
It takes alot to give alot
And I get none on receiving no god
I stopped believing left to rot
My soul rests in the sinners plot
I f*cked around placed my bets
Sold my soul to the devil and closed shop
Another day another dolla
Seep in florida guac
Restin in the swamp
Real talk its gettin hotter
Blurry vision blinds me like Im Helen Kellers daughter
Knock knock not a cop
Heart is racing mood is dire
My mind is blankin
I think Im gettin higher
Uh oh my mood changed
Giving into pure desire
Selfish demons light the world on fire
Well deserved
Burn em all to ash if thats what makes the future brighter
Burn em Burn em
If thats what makes the future brighter
Burn em all to ash if thats what makes the future brighter