Tree Nightmares
Sorry I couldn't be your savior, the voices in my head
The sad life of an instigator, the pocket full of meds
Can't escape a splitting headache use the razor blade instead
A feral raider elevated visions telling me whats next
Thought I was better but I ran out of breath
I overdosed a toxic roach of pestilence
I cashed a check of 6's
Psilocybin wishes better than the rest
Hopeful bitches rest in stitches
Use me up until there's nothing left
You bearing witness
To all of the demons fucking with my existence
The comet crashed to Planet Fitness
Hands full of shit and wishes
I miss my mrs. I can't admit it
All the voices put me in the box there ain' no final kisses
She lost my digits and I gained my faith
I pass around the tray to roll a blunt like a collection plate
Ain't it great
Smack a sour smash back, bourbon make me levitate
Suicide the way I die, Splatter my brain like spray paint
No!
Don't say you want to bury Unknown dead in the ground
Please give a feeling to all the lessons I have found
Someday I'll rest in the pile of ash and dust
Dead by my own design no one left I can trust
You got a problem with me then 1v1 Rust
While my pockets full of rocks and the Adderall
I'm bouncing down to the dollar with basketballs
Me and yung Millie I thought that we had it all
Now my devilish skin got me stuck in the hospital bed
I cant swallow the meds no more
Leaving my chains in the halls with the bolo
Now they all gone yeah she left and I'm solo
So low in my soul got me thinking of CoCo
The sad life of an instigator, the pocket full of meds
Can't escape a splitting headache use the razor blade instead
A feral raider elevated visions telling me whats next
Thought I was better but I ran out of breath
I overdosed a toxic roach of pestilence
I cashed a check of 6's
Psilocybin wishes better than the rest
Hopeful bitches rest in stitches
Use me up until there's nothing left
You bearing witness
To all of the demons fucking with my existence
The comet crashed to Planet Fitness
Hands full of shit and wishes
I miss my mrs. I can't admit it
All the voices put me in the box there ain' no final kisses
She lost my digits and I gained my faith
I pass around the tray to roll a blunt like a collection plate
Ain't it great
Smack a sour smash back, bourbon make me levitate
Suicide the way I die, Splatter my brain like spray paint
No!
Don't say you want to bury Unknown dead in the ground
Please give a feeling to all the lessons I have found
Someday I'll rest in the pile of ash and dust
Dead by my own design no one left I can trust
You got a problem with me then 1v1 Rust
While my pockets full of rocks and the Adderall
I'm bouncing down to the dollar with basketballs
Me and yung Millie I thought that we had it all
Now my devilish skin got me stuck in the hospital bed
I cant swallow the meds no more
Leaving my chains in the halls with the bolo
Now they all gone yeah she left and I'm solo
So low in my soul got me thinking of CoCo
Credits
Writer(s): Allen Perley
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