[Verse 1: Crawdad]

Desperate to enter this well infested center of the storm

La vie en rose, yo here come the thorns

Above my head she seen horns growing

Use these metaphors to prevent um from showing more

Poor flavor of course, my court papers say that I was born with a poor taste for remorse

Relate to the course of shame

Abort the game until my courts are claimed, cause I can't afford to hang

Pour my pain in a glass till I suck it dry

We support you, man what a fucking lie

Something nice to say is overdue

But impossible right now

So I obey the golden rule

Lost inside the old days

Tripping on that cocaine

Living for that slow pain

That's no way to go mayne

So I stop and, reevaluate the whole thing

Like intravenous cocaine use I blow brains

[Hook 1: Crawdad]

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me

I've got a lot of problems as you can see

And usually, they too hard to swallow

Self-destructive when I hit that bottle

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me

I've got a lot of problems as you can see

And usually, they too hard to swallow

Self-destructive when I hit that bottle

[Verse 2: Crawdad]

Picture me alone in the desert with a microphone

Doing the rain dance in a lighting storm

Story of my life

I might just form my own bill of rights

Like forgive those who hurt you

Above the clouds, I got infected with that bird flu

Had to amputate my wings, give me prosthetic holiness

You could hear it when I sing

If only this was my fist to the sky

The blisters arise, as I sit and I cry

Pissed with a five fingered device I use to hit what I despise

Destroyed my reflection on the first try

But I wished it survived

Can't you see

They trap you

You need to

Escape while you can dude

Before they market on streets

Ways to remove the mark of the beast

And you too far to retreat

Saying

[Hook 2: Crawdad]

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me

I've got a lot of problems as you can see

And usually, they too hard to swallow

Self-destructive when I hit that bottle

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me

I've got a lot of problems as you can see

And usually, they too hard to swallow

Self-destructive when I hit that bottle

[Verse 3: Crawdad]

Alright, stop

When I was young I used to act a fool

Ditching school and smoking weed

I thought my ass was cool

Till I became the new kid several separate times

I'd rely on this music to get my mind at ease

Just another reason for me to get in the booth and blast off

Dude I rap my ass off

Cast off and suck the ocean through my last straw

Cut the fucking mast off and still have brass balls big enough

To face the most treacherous seas

Infectious with frees

Heavily squeezed between a rock and a hard spot

My parts not as easy to see as what you did

So I play the misfortune game and hang with cupid

She love the way I fly

Love the way I roll

Love the way my life

Gets out of control

Cause I can't seem to manage anything but miss music

Pointing her finger at me like

Damn this kid's stupid

[Hook 3: Crawdad]

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me

I've got a lot of problems as you can see

And usually, they too hard to swallow

Self-destructive when I hit that bottle

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me

I've got a lot of problems as you can see

And usually, they too hard to swallow

Self-destructive when I hit that bottle

[Outro: Crawdad]

To all my desperados out there

Wrecked with the wreckage of your presence

Just remember

The road to hell is paved with good intentions