[Intro: The Ghosts of Carolina, Michael]

Welcome back Sammy! It's 8PM!

Where yo friends at

(Shalom to you Salad)

I don't know what that was at his house but I'm worried. Please wait

[Verse 1: Sammy]

I wake up, 8:22 PM

Nobody arrived or even sent a DM

The Salad is waiting for me to get back to work

I get up from the vomit as the ghosts around me lurk

There's a packet of shrooms, puddles of mayo

On the walls is stains and peelings, bell peppers with halos

Shards of glass, burnt lettuce and a filled up sink

I've been passed out for years and I need something to drink

35mgs down in my system

Hallucinated and came back a victim

I experienced all he ever did to me again

Laying down on the floor with Uncle Jack in my brain

So throughout my whole past, and my grief, I feel frightened

Despite that, I also feel severly enlightened

I know that I must do something about my youth

But all I need is the method to reach the truth

So let's find it

Sudden change inside of me I barely even mind it

Whatever is behind it, I need me some advice

I know Michael would love to help without thinking twice

Concisely - Though, there always was something off about him and the others

How we always act like we're brothers

And when they're all alone, I get scolded unknowingly

Cause I make up an impression of a god so annoyingly

And if I can't talk to them about my past

Make them understand me, how the fuck we gonna last?

No, not even Michael truly gets it

As much as he could care he would eventually forget it

Go back to talking normal like I was never abused

Not to mention all the others, they'll just act up all confused

Now it's between proving to them that I am still a good person

Or somehow finding peace in simply letting it worsen

[Verse 2: Sammy]

Something in my ego tells me I will need to assert

A little bit a power, so they could see that I'm hurt

The last year and half, went from a soulmate to a mate

So I don't feel all that bad when we cannot relate

And, something that I took with me is changes can occur (you said something three times)

Either for worse, or for the things that you prefer

But most of the time, you gotta act to make 'em

We've been so damn distant, maybe it's worth to shake 'em

Out the bed so I can wake 'em and I open up discord

They're all on a game, you can't tell me with your weak cords

That agonizing trip sword, I sorta see the pattern

You say that I be tripping you so all your flaws flatten?

You couldn't even try to tell me that you ain't coming

If you gonna be a nut, I'd rather have sing than humming

Rather have you scream all that you think about me to my face

Even if it means I'll have to retolerate that disgrace

Don't be such bitches, or just don't be liars

Communication is all a relationship desires

And maybe all I need is you to actually reason

Switching up on your attitude every month like the seasons

You seasoning yo ego like a marinating chicken

As you're soaking in the drama my awareness would thicken

Because I noticed in my trip that something's missing

Now won't you listen to my finals lines of the damn dissing

5 years ago I found myself in a pickle

With every person that I love getting reaped by god's sickle

So I coped by taking mushrooms like an immigrant from Barnsley

Only now I understand your place inside my mind sharply

Throughout my trip I only saw my uncle and my family

And yet you never showed up to the nightmare so uncannily

It's almost like I never even needed your voice

So if you gonna just ignore me now that's perfectly your choice

Hit send

[Outro: Michael]

He just sent me a message!

I'm fully convinced now Alex. (What the fuck.) (Send the message right now send the message)

(Sammy it's Uncle Jack, I'm going on a fishing trip. Don't do anything fucking stupid...)