Neon Green
Florescent lights
Fill up my eyes
I been clinging to life
Can't change my mind
Snort a couple more lines
Doesn't quite feel right
In the back of the whip
Grey sky's tonight
Pour up another cup
Head feels like mud
Nobody wanna see me anymore
I'm too fucked
Got nowhere to go
My Time might be up
Would I even care If it was tho?
Bottoms up
Can't take no more
It's still not enough
(Is there) a silver lining
Just one more blunt
Still so depressed
Slit wrists go numb
I still like the blood
I'm not having fun
Became a demon
Cuz they made me one
My final form
Will put out the sun
Skipping stones
Futures I shun
(Not the) son of Satan
Yung Solomon
How bad do you want it?
Send a bitch back to Hooked on phonics
How much junk up in the chronic?
Dreaded wakin up without a purpose in the morning now I'm yawning
I don't wanna go to sleep Until I'm shining
Like a diamond
Taken on the thunder strike the microphone with lightning 'lectrifying
Where's the purpose for us in this World when no one else is fucking trying
Everything around us dyin
In my grave dreaming of sirens
Label me a terrorist
Past leaders a masochists
Believing in obelisks
try and talk me out of it
Give a fuck about your shit
You been learning nothing
I have seen the world
For what it really means to me
All these fuck boys
In the end pray for my mercy
I got no fucking joy
From seeing thru your empathy
Things are not suppose to be
This way I'm locked up with no key
Fill up my eyes
I been clinging to life
Can't change my mind
Snort a couple more lines
Doesn't quite feel right
In the back of the whip
Grey sky's tonight
Pour up another cup
Head feels like mud
Nobody wanna see me anymore
I'm too fucked
Got nowhere to go
My Time might be up
Would I even care If it was tho?
Bottoms up
Can't take no more
It's still not enough
(Is there) a silver lining
Just one more blunt
Still so depressed
Slit wrists go numb
I still like the blood
I'm not having fun
Became a demon
Cuz they made me one
My final form
Will put out the sun
Skipping stones
Futures I shun
(Not the) son of Satan
Yung Solomon
How bad do you want it?
Send a bitch back to Hooked on phonics
How much junk up in the chronic?
Dreaded wakin up without a purpose in the morning now I'm yawning
I don't wanna go to sleep Until I'm shining
Like a diamond
Taken on the thunder strike the microphone with lightning 'lectrifying
Where's the purpose for us in this World when no one else is fucking trying
Everything around us dyin
In my grave dreaming of sirens
Label me a terrorist
Past leaders a masochists
Believing in obelisks
try and talk me out of it
Give a fuck about your shit
You been learning nothing
I have seen the world
For what it really means to me
All these fuck boys
In the end pray for my mercy
I got no fucking joy
From seeing thru your empathy
Things are not suppose to be
This way I'm locked up with no key
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Writer(s): Allen Perley
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