COBRA $HINS - BLEEDING FIELDS
PROD BY COBRA $HINS

lost my fucking passport 
pass a port, i passivly pass support 
abandonded manic magic fasting foward 
Im action stashed with fours++
Im actually just fucked in the head 
these are just fast wrds 
hidden in a password
Mind to mind i have yours
blunt so loud that i can hear it 
Escort my spirtits streets could stear it
Im not scared to fear shit
listen hear this please 
these lyrics
is a cry for help
Id never ask for help
Cuz If you wanted my 2 cents id have to fucking find myself 
the morning after 
you know time will pass her 
thoughts subtract to laughter 
i don’t matter pain turns into swagger 
does it even matter 
dirty bladder ladder broken bastard 
pushing backwards
black cymatic soul it’s dark matter
watch the glass shatter
i’m a fuckin piece of shit 
you wanna piece of this
amidst a cliff 
ya whip is flipped inside a ditch 
i plead the fifth 
my mind is sick
inflict a sorry whim n flick my sorry cig 
odds turned against me kill me quick

another L 
the bleedin fields
welcome to my own personal hell 
been a lotta years since i felt a chill
spend ya whole life searching for yaself
for some wealth
the bleeding fields 
girl come bring me home, i need u now 
been a lotta years since i felt a chill
spend a whole life searching for yaself

BLEEDING FIELDS

Cobra $hins