Lyrics
I was hearing voices over my head and decent conversations once upon the land of undead
I'm rocking poison attire
Cyst cuts when I untie em
Make examples of the people
That finite for the finer monologue
Are you supposed cum
Is that what this means
Am I an object or piece of market tenderness meat
Am I supposed to cheese
Well shit you showed me
For now I finna leave but then I turn round back
The mountain
Wow! Fountain of youth but I am now pouting
I'm down
To noose my neck let's get counting
One, two, three
Aren't you supposed to save me
Four, five, six
I See you walking distant
Pick a little penny from the surface of streets
You getting prickly and skinny tails and all of the stink
I'm getting head and lot's dome a chronological conundrum think tank
Freshly baked
With blueberry pancakes
Don't go away
I'm not giving up no not today
I give it ten thoughts
This noose has done dropped, I'm back up 'm like
Well damnit he back yet again but this time don't call up a friend
The Indian back in the wind the city of stealing ya m's
And Eminem's needing a benz, rari, don't shake in ya timbs
Baby we don't gotta play pretend about making you win
Brought up out the mud, the holy water crept in to the den
We saw a lot of blood the only option was to play and pretend
Gaze up in the rim we couldn't wait for the pity to end
We only care to win and we not here to be making a friend
But who's better to kick it with em we drop the ball boy
Doom had the wetter the flow to drip up an altoid
Booming sonic system he jamming Tupac and cowboy
Take the kid up out of the rock and you got a gal toy
Bow boy
Imma hit a lick just like I'm balboa
And I already told her that she posted going down lower
And how did Noah know her damnit now she got a frown boy
And I'm already sober how the fuck she got to town boy
I was hearing voices over my head and decent conversations once upon the land of undead
I'm rocking poison attire
Cyst cuts when I untie em
Make examples of the people
That finite for the finer monologue
Are you supposed cum
Is that what this means
Am I an object or piece of market tenderness meat
Am I supposed to cheese
Well shit you showed me
For now I finna leave but then I turn round back
The mountain
Wow! Fountain of youth but I am now pouting
I'm down
To noose my neck let's get counting
One, two, three
Aren't you supposed to save me
Four, five, six
I See you walking distant
Pick a little penny from the surface of streets
You getting prickly and skinny tails and all of the stink
I'm getting head and lot's dome a chronological conundrum think tank
Freshly baked
With blueberry pancakes
Don't go away
I'm not giving up no not today
I give it ten thoughts
This noose has done dropped, I'm back up I'm like