Lyrics:
whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son
had an honorable rep in Red Dead Redemption?
Uh, yeah, I’m a decent man
Until it’s time for your bati face to meet my hand
It’s like damn, yo, how much
Memories
They taunt me like a bird caged by scorched wings
Puzzle pieces missing
The grubby fingerprints that kissed the walls have vanished
Like
me, it's absurd
Hide your identity, just don't blow your cover
You're almost dead and your soul will start to hover
They won't even bury your body, not
You're so damn loud and
Can you get out of my head? I really don't wanna be dead
That's not what you said last night lying in bed
Yeah I was just talking,
the system
Of the death by the random number generator
I have always meant everything I say!
You're letting nothing kill you
As if 'nothing' is an actual
Dents in the rug
Aging cytosol
Breathe in the air
Laced with my withdrawals
Taken by a god
Breaking my alarms
Dead to me
Dead to me
Let you breathe
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
And there he woke up, surrounded by the wolves
He wanted peace and quiet, now his clothes are torn
Their giant teeth emerge in his face
And he gets
on the mountain
Won't they freeze dry
Tell by my face, I'm lifted like Madonna
One shot at me and, fuck it, you're a goner
I bust a couple raps and I smoke this
an insult to those in the field
Who put time in the spots where this shit gets real
You're protected by your privilege and it shows
You're unaware
best
I seen your journey as a kid. Just know I'm proud and I'm blessed
To be raised by a queen who's a hero in the flesh
You're the best, Happy Mother's
worked three jobs just to keep us fed
I toured more miles than the Grateful Dead
Like the clouds we drifted apart
What we had was breaking your heart
I
Dear darling, this is a letter to you
I know you're protecting me
Or I'd be dead by now
There's no way around it
Dear darling, this is a letter
FOR DAYS
AND PEOPLE I MEET ALWAYS GO THEIR SEPRATE WAYS
SOMETIMES YOU TELL THE DAY
BY THE BOTTLE THAT YOU DRINK
AND TIMES WHEN YOU'RE ALL ALONE ALL YOU
supported you like a weight bench
Without me you're defenseless you better face it
You ain't show me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up
'elpin' ev'ry day
You're a man of 'igh position
Esteemed by your peers
And when your little tykes are cryin'
You 'aven't time to dry their tears
Make way, if you're not mine
I'm okay, but I'm not fine
I need space, it's my time
I love to grip on your waste line
Time is like money, and I love
can't find, better kneel and prey
Sacrifice of blood, macabre human feast
Faces in the mud, slayed by the beast
Worshipping the dark, playing with
denyin' that
I'm gonna cross yours
Squad leader, and I got the vision
Now we're goin' dark and
Then you're goin' missin'
We're covered by night
So be silent
I want you to understand that you're mortal
If you're conscious that you have come
With a limited amount of time
You will arrange your life naturally
sometimes it's not for days
The people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're
paid by the G's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin' up your fuckin' spot (no doubt)
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
on my own just brick by brick
And you wanna talk this and that but the fact is you ain't done shit
Five songs to an 8 song album and I'm smoking this by
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