Gimme a Second
Gimme a second to get me a breath and a pic of this moment to show
I'm an omen of death, and I'm blessing the one and the eight and the seven
'Til nobody left, see that Grey, the inventor of madness a bitch in the back of my whip
And it's crashing inside of my cabin, I'm planning, attacking a pack of some crack
And I'm playing, I go for the bottle instead of my nostril my genie the devil
He keeping me level, I wishing for better, he got me a shovel to bury me under
And I don't give fuck about dying at all
I can't live sober
Got in over my head
No one can tell me
I'm not misnomered
Not looked over
So underrated
So slept on that
I woke up with a god-damn pillow for a head
Smoking all day, take a pill and then I bed
Riding with Zed, got water to my left
Odiato boutta whip us off a god-damn bridge, I'm gone
Ay, yo, let me call you back
I'm listening to this Saliva shit
Boy, this shit going tough!
Bust yo motherfuckin head
With a motherfuckin sledge
I'ma eat yo fucking soul
With the fork up in my hand
I got big hoes, no simp though
You follow the trail of my weed smoke
And my pistol make six holes
Too sick, though my mental
Don't like me, don't like you
Solo 'til I bloom
I no sober, roll over
Froze over my tomb and I
Ascend to the sky
Soaking up rain 'til the world is on fire
Fuck all this rapping, I'm 'bout to retire
All of y'all copy shit like an imposter
And I'm on my lava shit, world an apocalypse
So I be cocky and flaming humanity
I don't want nobody visit my grave or my tomb when rot and I soak into death, uh
Kill it the villain, the murder, I feel it
And I am the ceiling, I'm high, I'm acidic
I pull up with the motherfucker zed
I pull up and a motherfucker dead
I don't really want no fame, no cash, no sane
I'ma get it and get it and I'ma go Cobain
I'ma zip it and zip it 'cause I done upped my weight
I got everything I want and I'ma cut my vein, yeah, uh
I don't like talking that shit
Walking that bitch like a bark on my wrist
187, that murderous shit
And I know you ain't heard of us yet, we impeccable
Next to nobody, we puffin the chemicals
Scraping residual, loving the fear I form
I am the final formation of drooling depression, I turned into grey, uh
I'm an omen of death, and I'm blessing the one and the eight and the seven
'Til nobody left, see that Grey, the inventor of madness a bitch in the back of my whip
And it's crashing inside of my cabin, I'm planning, attacking a pack of some crack
And I'm playing, I go for the bottle instead of my nostril my genie the devil
He keeping me level, I wishing for better, he got me a shovel to bury me under
And I don't give fuck about dying at all
I can't live sober
Got in over my head
No one can tell me
I'm not misnomered
Not looked over
So underrated
So slept on that
I woke up with a god-damn pillow for a head
Smoking all day, take a pill and then I bed
Riding with Zed, got water to my left
Odiato boutta whip us off a god-damn bridge, I'm gone
Ay, yo, let me call you back
I'm listening to this Saliva shit
Boy, this shit going tough!
Bust yo motherfuckin head
With a motherfuckin sledge
I'ma eat yo fucking soul
With the fork up in my hand
I got big hoes, no simp though
You follow the trail of my weed smoke
And my pistol make six holes
Too sick, though my mental
Don't like me, don't like you
Solo 'til I bloom
I no sober, roll over
Froze over my tomb and I
Ascend to the sky
Soaking up rain 'til the world is on fire
Fuck all this rapping, I'm 'bout to retire
All of y'all copy shit like an imposter
And I'm on my lava shit, world an apocalypse
So I be cocky and flaming humanity
I don't want nobody visit my grave or my tomb when rot and I soak into death, uh
Kill it the villain, the murder, I feel it
And I am the ceiling, I'm high, I'm acidic
I pull up with the motherfucker zed
I pull up and a motherfucker dead
I don't really want no fame, no cash, no sane
I'ma get it and get it and I'ma go Cobain
I'ma zip it and zip it 'cause I done upped my weight
I got everything I want and I'ma cut my vein, yeah, uh
I don't like talking that shit
Walking that bitch like a bark on my wrist
187, that murderous shit
And I know you ain't heard of us yet, we impeccable
Next to nobody, we puffin the chemicals
Scraping residual, loving the fear I form
I am the final formation of drooling depression, I turned into grey, uh
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Writer(s): Andrew Moran
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