Candy paint dripping, coming right out my nose
I've been lane switching stay away from you hoes
Tommy on my back pack with the Nike Air Force
You dress like a lame, did you mom pick all your clothes
Life really ain't how it's supposed to be
Homies I have left stay close to me
Copping all these bag like groceries
Go and tell your dad to grab his rosary
Overseas inside the motherf*cking sea of tears
And I'm noticing how imma product of all of my fears
I've been sipping slowly just to save me like a couple years
Dunno if I'll make it 'for I kill the man inside this mirror
Guess I'm back to drinking, over thinking on my mind
Carry me in Lincoln then cremate me when i die
I don't think I'll see the light, have the fire in my eyes
Nothing but, the flames and the demons in my sight
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Candy paint dripping, coming right out my nose
I've been lane switching stay away from you hoes
Tommy on my back pack with the Nike Air Force
You dress like a lame, did you mom pick all your clothes
Life really ain't how it's supposed to be
Homies I have left stay close to me
Copping all these bag like groceries
Go and tell your dad to grab his rosary
Overseas inside the motherf*cking sea of tears
And I'm noticing how imma product of all of my fears
I've been sipping slowly just to save me like a couple years
Dunno if I'll make it 'for I kill the man inside this mirror
Guess I'm back to drinking, over thinking on my mind
Carry me in Lincoln then cremate me when i die
I don't think I'll see the light, have the fire in my eyes
Nothing but, the flames and the demons in my sight
I've been lane switching stay away from you hoes
Tommy on my back pack with the Nike Air Force
You dress like a lame, did you mom pick all your clothes
Life really ain't how it's supposed to be
Homies I have left stay close to me
Copping all these bag like groceries
Go and tell your dad to grab his rosary
Overseas inside the motherf*cking sea of tears
And I'm noticing how imma product of all of my fears
I've been sipping slowly just to save me like a couple years
Dunno if I'll make it 'for I kill the man inside this mirror
Guess I'm back to drinking, over thinking on my mind
Carry me in Lincoln then cremate me when i die
I don't think I'll see the light, have the fire in my eyes
Nothing but, the flames and the demons in my sight
Writer: Kota Dean
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