Look at the problem

Look at the sky

Look at the cause

Look at the thing that we ride

Look for the people who ride

Look for the people who died

Who better cry ?

Look for ghost and I look for a killer

I ain’t gon fall back cuz this shit ain’t a thriller

Wake up in this bitch, feel like I’m a killer

When I got a problem feel like I’m a murder

Start from the bottom we digging a grave

Sees all these problems got me going dead

Thoughts in my head keep me vicious again

And all of these problems got me going stress

Can’t control mysеlf, Man I’m outta control

I’ve been tried evеrything even keep on the low

Taking pills everyday got me losing control

Fighting all these problems got me on the low

Keep The Devil

Up on my side when I step up the pedal

Or when I step up the medal

Tasting the feelings of devil

Got a dripping blood on my face, like a sign of a devil

And all the things i’ve seen it’s probably been up in the zone

They only cares about their names, so it’s better be their own

I always sees a nightmare, When the devil’s coming home

I only need to

Takin’ em away, got em makin’ a book, got em makin' a bong, get em up in a break, then i break em

Back in the feelings

Can’t let myself, or I can’t even too

If I don’t got a problems, It all would be good

But this side of the devil got me going crazy

Hard to say all the things all the things that makes me understood

Like a devil, that’s why they always in the mood

Satan always told me, always not doing good

Get away from the place, but i can’t really do it

Everything they'll goes mad for a try