You Might
You might just feel dread
You might just make noise
You might just fake dead
Just like you fake joy
You might just wake up in
A dirty fucking casket
So cremate the world
And mix spliffs with all the ashes
Now what's right left
And what's left was right
Man I was down that whole night
That whole night had me slippin'
That party was full of losers
They were too busy dreaming
I was too busy doing
Now my brain just got to stewing
Now I'm eight beers deep
With my hands in my pants
Man I stood up too fast
Had to do the potty dance
Now my legs widespread
Puked up then ate bread
Take a gamble on us
You might just break spread
You might just feel dread
You might just make noise
You might just fake dead
Just like you fake joy
You might just wake up in
A dirty fucking casket
So cremate the world
And mix spliffs with all the ashes
I'm a half assed crack baby
Cooked up inside
A jar of pesticides
By a bunch of scientists from Mars
And my battle scars cut deep
But I'm here to heal
Warm thoughts on your plates
Better than the cold meals
Now three years for dope
They got my friends in a ditch
If I try to kill myself
They ought to watch while I shit
Mouth wide open
Feel my groove and my pitch
You feel that shit
With your chest
Scratch your uvula itch
You might just feel dread
You might just feel dread
You might just make noise
You might just fake dead
Just like you fake joy
You might just wake up in
A dirty fucking casket
So cremate the world
And mix spliffs with all the ashes
I need a place
Where I can make noise
I need a place
Where I can make noise
I need a place
Where I can make noise
I need a place
Where I can make noise
You might just feel dread
You might just make noise
You might just fake dead
Just like you fake joy
You might just wake up in
A dirty fucking casket
So cremate the world
And mix spliffs with all the ashes
You might just make noise
You might just fake dead
Just like you fake joy
You might just wake up in
A dirty fucking casket
So cremate the world
And mix spliffs with all the ashes
Now what's right left
And what's left was right
Man I was down that whole night
That whole night had me slippin'
That party was full of losers
They were too busy dreaming
I was too busy doing
Now my brain just got to stewing
Now I'm eight beers deep
With my hands in my pants
Man I stood up too fast
Had to do the potty dance
Now my legs widespread
Puked up then ate bread
Take a gamble on us
You might just break spread
You might just feel dread
You might just make noise
You might just fake dead
Just like you fake joy
You might just wake up in
A dirty fucking casket
So cremate the world
And mix spliffs with all the ashes
I'm a half assed crack baby
Cooked up inside
A jar of pesticides
By a bunch of scientists from Mars
And my battle scars cut deep
But I'm here to heal
Warm thoughts on your plates
Better than the cold meals
Now three years for dope
They got my friends in a ditch
If I try to kill myself
They ought to watch while I shit
Mouth wide open
Feel my groove and my pitch
You feel that shit
With your chest
Scratch your uvula itch
You might just feel dread
You might just feel dread
You might just make noise
You might just fake dead
Just like you fake joy
You might just wake up in
A dirty fucking casket
So cremate the world
And mix spliffs with all the ashes
I need a place
Where I can make noise
I need a place
Where I can make noise
I need a place
Where I can make noise
I need a place
Where I can make noise
You might just feel dread
You might just make noise
You might just fake dead
Just like you fake joy
You might just wake up in
A dirty fucking casket
So cremate the world
And mix spliffs with all the ashes
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Writer(s): Kyler Low
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