Into the Sun

There is no real magic, there's no real magic ever

Point me I don't like dead-
Point me I don't like dead bitches-
P-p- Point me I don't like dead-
Point me I don't like, I don't like
Point me I don't like, dead bitches don't fool
Point me I don't like, dead bitches don't fool
P-p- Point me I don't like, dead bitches don't fool
Point me I don't like, I don't like

Feel possessed, I smoke the bless and I ain't never waking up
Feel possessed, I smoke the bless and I ain't never waking up

Stare that pussy boy down
Til' he know his fucking place, corpse
Corpse so violent
No respect bitch, I'm against the grain
I turn 'em stain, uh

Clique in the back
And we clickin' on triggers if they wanna front
Up and down, yeah turn around
Let me hit it from the back then smoke a blunt

Don't need to talk it twice, I'm numb (Bitch, I'm numb, yeah)
Don't need no strap to make 'em run (Ah, ah, ah)
Realest motherfucker own the front (I own the front, yeah)
Chopping up in Paris make 'em jump

Point me I don't like, dead bitches don't fool
Point me I don't like, dead bitches don't fool
P-p- Point me I don't like, dead bitches don't fool
Point me I don't like, I don't like dead bitches don't fool

Walk around, eyes are down
Walk around, eyes are down
Wonder why I talk a frown?
The Grey are clouds, in my town I flip them crucifixes 'round

Grab on the telly, then dial 333 to call me (M1S)
I dissect the bodies then dance on tsunami (M1S)
Been longing for reasons to not revolution (M1S)
I put on my grave, couple flowers I dug 'em (M1S)

Reason why I keep a frown
Reason, reason, reason, reason
Reason why I keep a frown
Feel possessed, I smoke the flesh
And I ain't never waking up