Transorbital Lobotomy

One hit, two rips, three remain
Rookie stats but my throat stings from propane
Watch me hit that, it might be hell
If this trip don't stop, I'll end myself

I slow down to time travel to another place
As each long breath gets more shallow, I can see my taste
I slam the breaks
Still ramping up the pace
What a fucked mistake
It's crawling up my face
Theres no escape
My jacket should be straight
Bring out the gallows from the shadows

One hit, two rips, three remain
Rookie stats but my throat stings from propane
Watch me hit that, it might be hell
If this trip don't stop, I'll end myself

Four weeks, five days, still in pain
Healing slow from the shank put in my brain
I point fingers
Won't take this L
The truth is I did this to myself



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Writer(s): Trechor Boy
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