complicated
Bags under my eyes
Might need some makeup
I feel buried alive
Like I'm the Undertaker
I just KMT every time I wake up
When I die make sure they bury me in Bottega
Pray for salvation, I pray they save me
Why you calling me?
It's 4 am my baby
I got eyes for nobody else
So why you acting crazy?
She said
"Can't explain it's complicated"
Spirit 180
Can't explain it's complicated
Snake eyes, roll for safety
Can't explain it's complicated
I got to stay medicated
For all the things that happened lately
For all the fuckery that I see daily
Everyone cut me up
And now I feel the lacerations
I got scars on my skin
And I'm not exaggerating
I'm off the grid
And I'm obsessed with this cash I'm making
Another smoke session
I'm obsessed with this leaf I'm blazing
Plastic surgery, crave an alteration
And it's
3 am and I'm fucked up at this petrol station
I keep running up my VISA, need it confiscated
To live or to die?
Too late for my mind I just made it
You can't lock it up from us
Grab a crowbar then we break in
Bags under my eyes
Might need some makeup
I feel buried alive
Like I'm the Undertaker
I just KMT every time I wake up
When I die make sure they bury me in Bottega
Pray for salvation, I pray they save me
Why you calling me?
It's 4 am my baby
I got eyes for nobody else
So why you acting crazy?
She said
"Can't explain it's complicated"
Spirit 180
Can't explain it's complicated
Snake eyes, roll for safety
Can't explain it's complicated
Might need some makeup
I feel buried alive
Like I'm the Undertaker
I just KMT every time I wake up
When I die make sure they bury me in Bottega
Pray for salvation, I pray they save me
Why you calling me?
It's 4 am my baby
I got eyes for nobody else
So why you acting crazy?
She said
"Can't explain it's complicated"
Spirit 180
Can't explain it's complicated
Snake eyes, roll for safety
Can't explain it's complicated
I got to stay medicated
For all the things that happened lately
For all the fuckery that I see daily
Everyone cut me up
And now I feel the lacerations
I got scars on my skin
And I'm not exaggerating
I'm off the grid
And I'm obsessed with this cash I'm making
Another smoke session
I'm obsessed with this leaf I'm blazing
Plastic surgery, crave an alteration
And it's
3 am and I'm fucked up at this petrol station
I keep running up my VISA, need it confiscated
To live or to die?
Too late for my mind I just made it
You can't lock it up from us
Grab a crowbar then we break in
Bags under my eyes
Might need some makeup
I feel buried alive
Like I'm the Undertaker
I just KMT every time I wake up
When I die make sure they bury me in Bottega
Pray for salvation, I pray they save me
Why you calling me?
It's 4 am my baby
I got eyes for nobody else
So why you acting crazy?
She said
"Can't explain it's complicated"
Spirit 180
Can't explain it's complicated
Snake eyes, roll for safety
Can't explain it's complicated
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Writer(s): Arthur Pravda
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