P.B.Rollin
We're gonna cut shit close to the bone
We're gonna get right fucking in there
Touch me and I'll scratch your face
This face?
'Nother day another dime
We all dying for the light, tying life up in a fine lace
Every killer need a foil
Everything is snake oil, dried, coiled up sideways
P.B.Rollin' down the sink
See the silver on the string, spare a sliver of the lining?
Breathing is a knife fight
Bloody high for nine nights, dead is moving at a fine pace
Doin' time
Looking at the fire longing for the sublime
Question of the day, you wanna see your insides?
Open chest, red 40, resemble colored dye
Ten shot the quota, the bottle involved
Too cold to burn up and too low to fall
May hit the sidewalk and pile into char
Handing scars like Lebron, here go two more for y'all
(Yuh yuh yuh)
Find patience
Set a timer, get it Diamond Dame swinging
Slap a starving artist for my fucking entertainment
Take a couple tall cans from the damn gas station
Leave the counter with the backpack hanging
Said I'd call her, I retract that statement
That's a took pill
High at Goodwill hunting
Say something, I'm the rap Matt Damon
Where the secrets? Ain't nothing left sacred
Rhyme without a reason, everything to see is blatant
Ignorance a bliss but never missing where it's aiming
Sending missiles to a bridge and burn the shit before i make em
'Nother day another dime
We all dying for the light, tying life up in a fine lace
Every killer need a foil
Everything is snake oil, dried, coiled up sideways
P.B.Rollin' down the sink
See the silver on the string, spare a sliver of the lining?
Breathing is a knife fight
Bloody high for nine nights, dead is moving at a fine pace
We're gonna get right fucking in there
Touch me and I'll scratch your face
This face?
'Nother day another dime
We all dying for the light, tying life up in a fine lace
Every killer need a foil
Everything is snake oil, dried, coiled up sideways
P.B.Rollin' down the sink
See the silver on the string, spare a sliver of the lining?
Breathing is a knife fight
Bloody high for nine nights, dead is moving at a fine pace
Doin' time
Looking at the fire longing for the sublime
Question of the day, you wanna see your insides?
Open chest, red 40, resemble colored dye
Ten shot the quota, the bottle involved
Too cold to burn up and too low to fall
May hit the sidewalk and pile into char
Handing scars like Lebron, here go two more for y'all
(Yuh yuh yuh)
Find patience
Set a timer, get it Diamond Dame swinging
Slap a starving artist for my fucking entertainment
Take a couple tall cans from the damn gas station
Leave the counter with the backpack hanging
Said I'd call her, I retract that statement
That's a took pill
High at Goodwill hunting
Say something, I'm the rap Matt Damon
Where the secrets? Ain't nothing left sacred
Rhyme without a reason, everything to see is blatant
Ignorance a bliss but never missing where it's aiming
Sending missiles to a bridge and burn the shit before i make em
'Nother day another dime
We all dying for the light, tying life up in a fine lace
Every killer need a foil
Everything is snake oil, dried, coiled up sideways
P.B.Rollin' down the sink
See the silver on the string, spare a sliver of the lining?
Breathing is a knife fight
Bloody high for nine nights, dead is moving at a fine pace
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Writer(s): Jacob Matthew Sugars
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