FatFangz

Flashy with them colors so i ride up on this last flight
Airplane gliding off of my glass pipe
Turning off my brain, yea lets ignite
Its concerning how from shame, we learn to despise
A bit absurdly we overcame, on this incline
A lil stirring on his grave, its time to confine
Did he really just die from a new high?
Sipped too much of this liquor, yet its benign?
Its disturbing all the shade and the damn lies
It ain't working all this pain numbing my eyes
No searching can retain what i can't find
I just returned and heard you waited all this damn life
Am i sane? Just take a look at my sad life
At 18, I tried to commit suicide
100 xannies, 20 pills just to grin like
Haunted families, soul on grill just to stand in line

And I'm like, stop, stop
Count up your money that you made boy
Hot, hot
Coming at you with my fangs boy
Damn, damn
I been grinding all night till i can't boy
Work, work
Till your feet are in a trance boy

What? What?
Did you say? I ain't your friend boy
Fuck, fuck
Your lil fame in advance boy
Red, red
In my eyes, get outta sight boy
Knife, knife
Piercing your mind till you dead boy
Shut the fuck up, just shut the fuck up
Next page he been talking so restless
Rearrange all the letters in the alphabet
She strange but I take what I can get
Puff away the breath of my cigarette
So, yes, no rest, black eyes, big mess
Sorry, oh you gnarly
Bent back, shirts off, eyes lock
Sit down, you big fat fuck

I mean I used to be a fat-fuck so...

Find, me, yes hush, back in no fuss
Look back, punch luck, sick mode, you sick fuck
My fate, your touch, bling bling, time out
Shit flings, cry loud, ring ring, mine now
From Beijing to fucking Chitown
Way back to Khobar days, I'm loud
Driving back home, and my father calling me now
"Hello?"

And I'm like, stop, stop
Count up your money that you made boy
Hot, hot
Coming at you with my fangs boy
Damn, damn
I been grinding all night till i can't boy
Work, work
Till your feet are in a trance boy