SOCIAL STATUS.
Molly weed suboxone
Popping plenty
Nodding off while talking
Walking zombie rotten
Chopping heads
The devil constant stalking
In my mind no peace to find
Confined from lies and snakes deprived
Action right I hit 'em left
Now looks who's talking
Watch your back in dark
I'm walking steady blade in hand
Nothing in my fucking head but death
That is that is the fucking plan
Take a soul I kill a man
Or what you thought you was now nothing
Numbers crumble steady bluffing
Smoke I'm off an O still puffing
Purple till I hit the summit
Piece together what it means to be
I can't decide or see the labyrinth
Of my mind I walk around without
A doubt or plea for change
My day to day the same it's lame
So puffing endlessly on cigs and weed
Or anything to cope with what I won't
It's like a prison see I can't see
What people all around me
Decide they fucking wanna be
Another fucking wannabe
Cycle out the washed up
Mother fuckers like it's laundry
Monogamy to pistols weed and problems
Shuffle vice to an anomaly
Not far off I'm a SPECTRE
Pills for my cuisine
She sucking dick until her neck hurt
I'm off the drugs and hate my self
I'm folding under pressure
You wanna die today
Im down let's do this shit together
Popping plenty
Nodding off while talking
Walking zombie rotten
Chopping heads
The devil constant stalking
In my mind no peace to find
Confined from lies and snakes deprived
Action right I hit 'em left
Now looks who's talking
Watch your back in dark
I'm walking steady blade in hand
Nothing in my fucking head but death
That is that is the fucking plan
Take a soul I kill a man
Or what you thought you was now nothing
Numbers crumble steady bluffing
Smoke I'm off an O still puffing
Purple till I hit the summit
Piece together what it means to be
I can't decide or see the labyrinth
Of my mind I walk around without
A doubt or plea for change
My day to day the same it's lame
So puffing endlessly on cigs and weed
Or anything to cope with what I won't
It's like a prison see I can't see
What people all around me
Decide they fucking wanna be
Another fucking wannabe
Cycle out the washed up
Mother fuckers like it's laundry
Monogamy to pistols weed and problems
Shuffle vice to an anomaly
Not far off I'm a SPECTRE
Pills for my cuisine
She sucking dick until her neck hurt
I'm off the drugs and hate my self
I'm folding under pressure
You wanna die today
Im down let's do this shit together
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