Worn

Here's where I'd prolly put a hook if I cared
Here's where I'd prolly say say some shit to make you scared
Here's where you'd prolly say some shit that don't compare
Here's where I say some shit to end your whole career

Thirty three minutes past three in the morning and I'm fiending like a motherfucking addict
Terabyte of malice and I'm poison in a chalice if you want it you can hit me up and get it
Never fucking stopping, every one of you is bopping and I do it like I don't have any limits
Every little think I do is perfect as a circle and I know it way before I even spit it

I can feel addictions of a man no longer living in a house with bloody shower drains
And maggots in the ceiling
High off the scent of your hair, I don't like prescriptions
Hands are cold watching me watching you way off in the distance

Shorty don't like that I'm vicious
Leave me alone, nothing new to me
No one gon dance on my grave
Nobody gonna get through to me
Drop a damn brick on my head
Hoping to God that it cracks it
Prolly gon read my own eulogy
Prolly gon climb out the casket