Voids

I'm just tryna fill a void
Fill the void the needle makes
I'm just tryna to avoid the sweats the shits and then the shakes
I don't give a fuck if its puddle water or lemonade
Load it up and shoot it up if I can even find a vein

Bellringers got my head bumper harder than the 808's
Oh my fucking what I think I'm gonna puke get out my way
Feel the icy rush my legs are wobblin can't get my vision straight
I can't hear a thing of what you mumble or the shit you say

My eyes are clouded up skin is clammy lookin kinda grey
Lookin kinda frail and limb cuz everyday I'm shedding weight
Probably cuz I spend my days in constant state of sedative
Incompetent in the court of law because I'm such a vegetive

I love to see the blood shoot back yeah it's kinda sick
Take the needle out take a breath let it run and drip
Little bit of brown couple xans that's the landing gear
Take a hit of loud fading out then I disappear



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Writer(s): Gerald Pitman
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