im just smoking browsing looking at commercial spaces bones been saving about to crack the bank and make the place that we can make shit im gonna make sure we straight with every check its half im stashing put that on myself we better than well of i promise you that shit use to camp for grams working hand to cans pushing pressing printing cashing for some rashions when we can fuck is good the answers us came from blunts of angel dust mudbog, huntdogs on the trail and you know that they looking for us, bitch hurry up
canvas face, oil features prussian blue inside my my liter liquid white when i slice get bleeding legends every step we leading give you eyes to help you read lend you mine to help you see the scenic route, the truth the hidden path you thought there would never be look for me youll never see only chance is in your dreams think of me before you sleep and hope that leeches through the sheets mirror mirror on the wall one day you will show me me till then i will float around this house and tell them all to leave
leave tell them all leave
please dont make me ask you twice please im not going to ask you nice