one week to my grave

Fuck it, make a whole new sound
(You recycle everything and say nothing)
I'm six feet underground
(And I still do it better than when you hustling)
In a lake of validation you drown
(I don't need that, attention seeking bring suffering)
You always tryna get on what's hot now
(But when present turns to past you crumble)
Blunts get packed like a duffel
A walking lethal weapon no Danny glover
All that coke gonna put you under
River phoenix is the path you wander
I constantly regenerate while you wait
On the next trend to fornicate with
Ill meditate on how I can flip my damn script
While you medicate yourself with poisonous shit
One week to my grave, blood leak out my veins
There's no stitching up all these lesions
The mage from the place where harvest moon reins
And the scarecrows gaze every season
Nobody ever talk about me
Dead motherfucker no one walking with me
Damn my pockets on E
But I don't give a fuck cuz I do it for me
Haunted house where I'm posted at
Motherfuck a goddamn cul de sac
SESH flow, cemetary raps
From the land of the dead, let me show u that
Need a ghost bitch on my fuckin lap
Looking like Neve Campbell in The fucking Craft
Sippin witches brews, smoking magic pack
Chanting runic curses while I'm layin back
Lay you back while i smoke a sack
Boy I heard your shit and it's fucking trash
The poltergeist creeping with that cleaver
Wicked thoughts what I'm receiving
Hear the floor creaking when Creepin on the come up
Like them Bone Thugs out of Cleveland
Bitch I'm fucking feining for your blood all on my hands
Cuz your discog sounding so weakened
One week to my grave, blood leak out my veins
There's no stitching up all these lesions
The mage from the place where harvest moon reins
And the scarecrows gaze every season
Nobody ever talk about me
Dead motherfucker no one walking with me
Damn my pockets on E
But I don't give a fuck cuz I do it for me



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