Hit them with the one, two and they gone
It's a perish song
Better go call that hearse in the morning
We hit the highway, we gone
I make a grave out a whip
And my hand is off the stick
Because the game made me sick
Lavender town syndrome bitch
Now here he lies, that's a lie, I'm still here
Told myself I want to die, so I died
And my head still isn't clear
And so I write late at night
Cursing out the Holy Spirit
Turn my bed into a coffin
And my will into some lyrics
Homies gone and I miss him
They telling me stop playing victim
I'm hearing their voices in rhythms
I'm in the lab with some ghosts
Our generations unforgiven
Children living in the prison
Of depression and addiction
How the hell do we grow
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Hit them with the one, two and they flop
Like a bad album drop
Everybody wanna talk but don't listen
So we just scream as we rot
I think that fame is a myth
No one sees you through the mist
Because the game made me sick
The game made me sick
I'm appalled by the plays
That you're making, take a nail
And stick it all in my brain
Give me some relief from all of the rage
I'm a haunter, I'm evolving the trade
Steady is a fucking god in the lane
What you know about it, huh
Write a flow about it, huh
We blow up and kill ourselves, they make a show about it, huh
Then they get up on the internet and joke about it, huh
Decomposing in a row, we just some ghosts without a fuck, uh