Lyrics:
you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause
Brah tell me would you stand in my trenches?
Yeah, how could you stand for the truth?
The truth is, you can't stand your reflection
We got the bottles
A fatal attraction, a knee jerk reaction, a shot from the hip
I guess I keep forgettin' you can polish off a bottle just by takin' a sip
He was just in
a split on the bottle
Snatchin' my soul
Made her slurp on the nozzle
Swervin' and driftin' them potholes
Bury him, they gon be lookin' for fossils
eyes no longer seeing life's reality
Push the needle in, face death's sickly grin
Holes are in your skin, caused by deadly pin
Head starts spinning
so
I gotta be this street, my ride or die gotta repo-d
So ‘til I cross to the other side this song will be my peak hole
Beast ass negro, whole country
Submerged in a pool of pity I feel me soaking
This cash money got me menaging
With pills and potions
I'm in the mirror with a pill
Bottle and I'm
and romance and victims of bad chance
The kids who live and die by the knife
So many lives lost but so
Few stories are told
From the tramps on the pavements
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
Twenty-fourth hour he tries is life
A cigarette and bottle on stand-by
6 AM and the boy ain't right
6 AM and the boy ain't right
Too late for
pistol, gon' shoot you, pump back with that shit
Kill you in front of your bitch
Said it, I do it, I did it
I fucking hate you, I meant it
Put holes in
by the satellite field
And I quit panning gold,
Digging holes
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
Swam across the Poncha
Took a train
Further and further away (x4)
[Violent J]
My compass spins outta control
Which way do I go to get outta this hole
I've come so far that I've lost my
really dealy get you hyper then hype
No cut or no arm n hammer
Slam a hater to the flo
Stomp a mud hole in dat ho
Mean as hell on dat liquor
Meaner
inside this bottle again
Nothing inside to make it end
I'm so disgusted by the things that I see
My mind is tired somebody put me to sleep
I can't
echoes through the tombs
I sodomize the fresh abortion by the dark glow of the moon
Its mother desecrates her cunt with a broken bottle from the floor
on the slow-mo
They got you suckaz in a cell screaming oh no
And so I write with my pen
Hope you repent for your sin
Can't take your pills and bottle of gin
In
starts turning green
Your eyes no longer see life's reality
Push the needle in
Face death's sickly grin
Holes are in your skin
Caused by deadly pin
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