It's Cold Being In A Body Bag

Pretty fucking cold being in a body bag (yeah yeah)
Got you running around like we playing tag
Rushing up no Russian
Gun you down no discussion
Living for my own destruction
Now I'm dead result to nothing
(Dead result to nothing)

Pretty fucking cold being in a body bag
Got you running around like we playing tag
Rushing up no Russian
Gun you down no discussion
Living for my own destruction
Now I'm dead result to nothing
(Dead result to nothing)

I've been used to having nosebleeds
Wipe that shit up on my sleeve (yeah yeah)
When I'm bleeding out
Don't you dare call and EMT (yeah yeah)
Spent a couple nights
Trippin on LSD (yeah yeah)
Saw a couple sights
Ego death from the DMT (yeah yeah)
Voices in my head
Want me hanging by my neck (yeah yeah)
Want me hanging by a thread
Every time I'm drinking triple sec (yeah yeah)
Never leave my bed
And I don't reply to texts
All my homies dead
And hopefully I'm next
Came up out the back rooms covered in tattoos
Like my skin is nothing but a canvas that I choose
Like my taboo I don't give a fuck about you
Fuck your pussy ass crew and fuck your brand new shoes
Speaking in cryptic I'm addicted
Crashing the civic into the clinic
Bitch I'm mystic hopefully I'm committed I admit it
Everything I love has been afflicted
Everything I touch is twisted
Maybe my suicide was assisted

Pretty fucking cold being in a body bag (yeah yeah)
Got you running around like we playing tag
Rushing up no Russian
Gun you down no discussion
Living for my own destruction
Now I'm dead result to nothing
(Dead result to nothing)

Pretty fucking cold being in a body bag
Got you running around like we playing tag
Rushing up no Russian
Gun you down no discussion
Living for my own destruction
Now I'm dead result to nothing
(Dead result to nothing)



Credits
Writer(s): Logan Mayer
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