Falling down your way.
Face on the ground in decay
No sound ever made
You Wanna leave the state
I've seen you in this state.
You don't look great
My mistake to make .
Cant wait, eternal Holliday .
Wait till I spend my dying day in L.A
I lost my cool tonight
Accosting food with my sight.
See you with delight.
The boss of losing fights,
it cost me all of my lights
Cost me some hype
I just aint the type.
To high To ride into the night.
Fly like a chariot of fire in the night
Fry, burning up my body during the flight.
Trade my bed, for a ton of lead
Took some to the head, Paint my apartment red
Lost my meds, The end is miles ahead
You got to my head. Better off dead.