Angels in the sky

GHOST MOUNTAIN - WAYSIDE PROD. SEMATARY

DeathBecomesHim

BlackIce

i have been a fuck up ever since i was a kid
devil tryna hit my line but i cant let that mofo in
always tempting never helpin whats the point of him
still im strugglin to stay on my feet

i have been the bad kid i dont know if i regret it
im a lying bastard i dont think that i can stop it
maybe in the future i will talk the truth about me
but i doubt it
but i doubt it

strugglin to live
strugglin to find will power to exist
strugglin to sustain myself
strugglin to find the purpose
strugglin to uh

struggle

jumpin out my bed cuz i panic when i sleep
if i feel the pressure my nose starts to bleed  
fuck your dream car porsche GT3 
rather have a old beam standin by me
bet i get more hoes under my sheets
shit im fuckin broke but the money come to me
motherfuck u and your whole company
i dont want you standin no where around me

grippin on the styrofoam 
hoes on my telephone
wants some more i gotta go
see you later i dont know
chasin all the bankrolls
chief keef haha 
laughin all the way to the mfuckin bank hoe

grippin on her handles
thinkin of my past girls
what if im the bad guy
that dont even sound right
she figured me out now
and cheated on me 
it is too late to fix like a bad hairline

nose bleed

im gettin broker every minute by sitting at this place
i should get to work but all i ever do is just procrastinate
never let no mtherfucker get close to my private space
better get the fuck about my face i dont wanna be mad for today

the struggle grows
i feel it inside my bones
these bitches dont got no soul
im fighting until im gone now

she wants some more
the succubus that i know
can never get enough
so dont listen just ignore now

butterfly doors on a lambo aint shit
better rock suicide doors for the shits
actin like i have a choice of purchasin it
rather get rich so i dont die and thats it
give glory to the lord for the strenght
i know im a sinner but i cant help it
ima failure always losin i need a click
might grab a gun click clack than i end it

procrastinate (i feel it in my bones)

Death Race For Love

10 Feet

Out My Way

[VERSE I: Lil Cig]

Northside shorty pull up in a drop top
3 AM with the night back drop
popping on pills like I pop cough drops
multi-millionaire all from my laptop
slob on my knob until your jaw lock
came a long way from rocks in my sock
moon walk on the block
while I'm sipping on Wok
took a whole year off and we still on top
still the same boy that came from Jeffer Street
still the best friend that the devil keep
always burning up
triple six degrees
lock Scarecrow in hell and throw away the key

[HOOK: Lil Cig & 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
another day closer to death
time is ticking
hurry x 3

[VERSE II: 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
all the things that you were gonna do
you never did 'em
now you're wondering how come they never listen whenever you're talking
look who the fuck just walked in
time to clear the air
fuck that
I'll be coughing until my coffin
and in my coffin I won't toss and turn
instead I'll rest
I've earned some sleep 
let me dream up sheep
release me into the deep
cover up my head with the sheet
As the years go by
the same fuck girls will be fucking the same fuck boys
as the years go by
the same heroes you once had have been reduced to a toy
as the years go by
the drugs used to be fun
now, they've become a problem
as the years go by
before your life even begun
now, it's coming undone

nose bleed

spookyman*

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