Berry Backwoods

Pancake Batter

Give me the game
Gonna smoke it while I’m using the blade
My skin is burning from the pain 
Got the noose around my chain
No use of living in my brain
Screws loose, in the rain
Black boots, purple strains 
Blue veins open up when I feel the gloom
demons woken up, I sit up as I’m in the tomb 
Spirits in the smoke I’m blowing all the fucking fumes 
Ocean talking tongues walking in the foggy room
When i talk you hear the devil chatter 
Bullet to my brain I don’t matter 
Mixing chemicals like pancake batter 
Roll a wood and save it in the wrapper 
White Cajun with the dagger
Making beats the demons gather 
I smoke and make my heart flatter 
Imma just shatter 
I’m so broke 
I cope, no I don’t know how to be sadder 
My lungs are getting blacker 
At your grave I empty my bladder 
Got your skull on my dinner platter 
7/11 cigars 
Sun setting while I’m smoking in the fucking car 
Forgetting why I drove so far 
Fuck it, I fill my lungs with fucking tar 
Edible syrup I swallow 
All of my demons they follow
Ending with with a hollow 
All that I’m feeling is sorrow 
body bags in the dark 
See me in the tree bark
Take a drag, see the spark 

produced by oceanash

Pancake Batter

Until I’m Ash

Smoking resin dealing with depression 
Never healing from regressions
To the ceiling I shoot the weapon 
Thru my skull cuz death I’m betting
Gamble with my life might lose it all I’m sweating
Lurking in the 617 
I was born to die 
All my demons come alive 
Every night when I close my eyes
I know I’m running out of time 
I’m running out of time, my life is going fast 
I’m flicking the ash all over my path 
Im buying another pound Im spending all of my fucking cash 
Never looking back cuz if I do I’m getting panic attacks 
Demons controlling my body I don’t how to act 
Then I grab the strap put me in the coffin and plant the grass 
Trying everything to run from my own mind until I’m ash 

Looking at the ceiling I’m watching the smoke dissipate 
Blowing all my of problems to the sky and hoping it goes away 
when i die I’m in the coffin covered up with the dirt
See the hurt
Pull up in a hearse
Every day I’m worse 
Laying low, I’m so low I just rot 
Dying slow, decaying from all of  my demons surround me and plot
Never gonna show you what’s inside of my brain cuz it locked 
Looking at the weed it’s stocked 
Buckshot, my head go pop 
Haunted by trauma can’t sleep 
Huh
Eating and smoking the weed 
Yuh
Please, don’t wanna be me 
Huh
Please, I hate when I breathe 
Yuh
Haunted by trauma can’t sleep 
Huh
Eating and smoking the weed 
Huh
Please, don’t wanna be me 
Huh
Please, I hate when I breathe 

produced by oceanash

Until I’m Ash

one day at a time 
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Berry Backwoods

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