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)

better stop playin about my name i dont wanna hear it
i dont got time less you wanna hand me some
out so cold from the drinks i drank last evening
im so gone sometimes the demons winnin man
they try to call me but my celly is on dnd
i dont like these bitches that are on my phone
always fuckin up mental state i cant escape
so i lock it out and block it leave it for another evening

man fuck you i dont wanna play your games
i dont talk  to no one i think everybody hate me
i dont care too much they all lames anyway
so it doesent matter what it is in the end
even if you hate me it wouldnt change the facts that i hate myself even more than you could ever 
beat you in your game i have done this way before 
prolly since you was born

hate

i always wanted to be alone
until im too alone and now i just want to die

how could you do me so wrong
i never played with you i gave you my all and yet you still left me behind

oh girl i only played my part 
and you took advantage
and you took advantage

i was tryna fix myself for you 
but you broke me to pieces
you broke me to pieces

ohh will this ever end now no no no no

procrastinate (i feel it in my bones)

spookyman*