wristband blues but this hoe bright white
with the beeper on my left, i ain’t left out of all they sight
day or night
i don’t know, i only know these fluorescent lights
and all the flies that die inside
reminding me and mine of i
slide down head first
helter skelter, make it hurt
cookies with the trazodone
pill cocktails for all dessert
go ahead and make it worse
scrubs straight out the fuckin dirt
yeah i wanna fuckin die
ocky never found up in the search
cold turk, no smoke
hope for nothing, it’s a joke
group or 1 or 1
“but im fine”
nah, gimme ya phone
goddamn im alone
in a room full of drones
drool pooling
im assuming that dooming is my own
pain cooling, no fooling the devil up in his home hoe
throw me in the jacket, waste away
play me out, left side stage
problems popping
dressed in broken brains
no bang
just draining out the fuckin side of my neck

psych ward (prod. souljabythelake)

iwalkonmygraveitsatalent
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