Under the Lies

Under the lies
We're broken not fine
No fear of death
Feeling like
I'm ready to die
I think must confess
Feeling like
I'm ready to take flight
Off this roof
And hit the floor
Like it's my bed
So good night
At the end
Of the tunnel i see the light
But it's fire
Thru the flames of hell I fight
At night I fear
I might
Fright My friends
Oh dear
Stay clear
Im drunk behind the wheel
Feeling strange
Feeling numb
Feeling drained
Hella strung
Sorry that's my Cali tongue

This house is not a home
Not for my demise
I grip the chrome
Blue eyes to suicide
Im left alone
With this lucid high
Pray to the sky
Right before ya die
This house is not a home

Not for my demise

But where the fuck my legacy?
It's drowning in some Hennessy
With this bitch right next to me
And I dont know
Whats next for me
I can hear the jealousy
In high fidelity
But in reality
Its all simple fallacies
Its quite bleak
Apparently
It's rare to see
Such heresy
From a pair of thieves
So pay heed
To the prophecy
Stop drop
And cop a couple Zs
Your everyday routine
My everyday consists of weed

Chasing dreams and killa beats
Aye

This house is not a home
Not for my demise
Grip the chrome
Blue eyes to suicide
Im left alone
With this lucid high
Pray to the sky

Right before ya die
This house is not a home
Not for my demise

Feeling like this life isn't mine
After I tried 9 different times
I'm trapped under the ice
I tired to be nice
Look up at the sky
Down to earth
But outta this world
Bitch and my favorite
Pokémon
Is poliwhirl
And if you talk shit
On Oth you'll get the undeserved
You never herd?
Were unconcerned
Bitches we curve
Visions we blurred
Voices were slurred
And Our kills are always confirmed
Like the Jedi
I have returned
I am a hawk

You are a warm
Bird is the word
Death is for sure
Don't look to concerned

This house is not a home
Not for my demise
Grip the chrome
Blue eyes to suicide
Im left alone

With this lucid high
Pray to the sky
Right before ya die
This house is not a home
Not for my demise

Sick and sadistic
We some fucking misfits
With John Wick precision
Complete the fucking mission
And I wish you would listen
And see the fucking vision
Yo mental aint lifted
So fuck yo position
Turn the ignition
Work them fucking pistons

Im tryna see my mistress
And do some naked fitness
Fuck a chick flick
Lemme see ya tits bitch
Make a vid lets get rich
Just show a little skin miss

This house is not a home
Not for my demise
I grip the chrome

Blue eyes to suicide
Im left alone
With this lucid high

Pray to the sky
Right before ya die
This house is not a home

Not for my demise

Grip the chrome
Blue eyes to suicide
Im left alone

Grip the chrome
Blue eyes to suicide

Im left alone

Grip the chrome
Blue eyes to suicide
Im left alone
With this lucid high
Pray to the sky
Right before you die
This house is not a home
Not for my demise

Not for my demise