[Verso 1: Blasskill]
Standing choices between shades
Questioning voices inside my head
Shitty phrase, feelings fade
Filthy hand, shit I do is in vain
Insert cocaine into my fucking veins
Needles pinching into my fucking brain
Dancing lonely under the rain
Lights are out like the fucking dark hour
Action, lights, cut off
Resonance, moon, mellow
I just killed one of my folks
Now i'm just tryna fall
Fall to be true
Fall for me
Fall to be free
Far from me
A turning point of no return
A tuning tone of no leaving
Red eyes looking, but they are soothing
I try and try and try but there’s no real movement
We get hurt by what we're addicted
And everyone else around is afflicted
We just can't accept it, can we?
We’re our own army
[Verso 2]
Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk
I finna put ya on the back of my trunk
I know sad niggas, bad niggas who look like
They bring hell in a bank, red sand on a fad
Ugly ass fedora on the top of my head
These lil white dots under my nose ain't cocaine
It's salt, it's sugar, it's my homemade flour, it's cougar
We ain't gon let loose, we cooler, don't believe me, you a loser
Ooh, I don’t know, I don’t know
Under 21, it don't come
Under 21, we a savage
If you look at me like that it’ll be a fucking carnage, I promise
Me and my girl against the world
Look at me like that I say the word
Look at me like that, she gon' crush you
I ain't letting no one but her touch me, fuck you
[Build-Up]
(Demonic Voices)