SERPENTS SON

Right, right, right, right
Deranged out the gates
I feel entitled to mistakes
Me and my life in every place, my soul with fire at the states
One of metal and temptations, sensations prescribed, I take it
Replacing the fucking vacant heart, I look inside a maze
Darkness, tunnels and tunnel, I tumble
My thoughts as I trip on a thunder
And fall with the god in my car
Breaking that pot, I feel terror in my lungs
One avoid the serpent son
Clear my throat, you better run
Grab the gun, extended clip
Bust her head and watch her trip
Fuck
No more awaited, sensations are faded
And cleared my muscle, yet I'm already taken
I patiently stayed in that verbal temptation to fuck up my levitate
Coming to waste it, face it
Chase it then poisoned, noose around my neck
I'm floating, choking, smoking, joking
Running like living, I'm nothing important

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Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Goodson
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