Collect Me At My Best

Yeah, aye
Get a whiff of the bitch
When she comes out the shower
Wait a minute baby
I'll be your towel
A couple puffs on my blunt
Would you look at the hour
Trynna fuck, then I dip
You ain't getting no flowers from me hoe
Rain and thunderstorms just come when I arrive
Naturally
The walking dead have fucking died, aye
Pull up in a cemetery with a forty-five, headshot
Just to blow my brains out, brain's out on the side
Finally
Splitting heads in the grinder while she's giving me head
A drive-by with a sniper now me looking a threat
Cuz Imma need a damn lighter
Spiders crawling in bed
It's either that or die higher
So just follow the bread that I left
In the corner in the back of the shed
I got bad fucking habits
And they feed on my flesh
I need the blood inside of my veins
To turn as black as the sea
When you looking at the water
Six feet in the deep
You'll find me

Smoke- smoke- smoke- smoke-
Smoke a cigarette when the ash falls on the ground
I'll be dead with the blade in my hand
Gas stuck inside of my lungs when I exhale
A black cloud coming out
That's how you know hoe, that this is the end
Got my name written down, death note on the cover
It's like you know I'm here to suffer baby
Here goes another
Unseen text
Satan left me on read
Black hole for a chest
Won't you just come collect me at my best
But the reaper came to work at the worst possible time
I say fuck it
I already wanted to die
So he just did me a favor
Fuck god he's a hater
Smoke blunts in the nature
Pistol-whip that motherfucker
Point blank with the shotty
Centipedes in my body
Two grams with my coffee
She know I'm loving it sloppy, yuh
Balls hanging low both slapping her jaw
She sucking the life and the soul
Out my body behold a pale horse
Yeah boy