Can't get off of me
You could call me dead meat
Cause I feel like dog stomach
Cause I never cant stink
I can feel the dogs running
Can't do shit but ill think
Don't be getting lost on me
It's like aerial pink
Can't get off of me
You could call me dead meat
Cause I feel like dog stomach
Cause I never cant stink
I can feel the dogs running
Can't do shit but ill think
Don't be getting lost on me
It's like aerial pink
Running from the casket
Hoping not to past tense
Fucking up the last script
Like I got my ass whipped
Really I'm a bastard
Hiding from the pastor
All I see is dead husks
Do it for my dead husks Uh
Shit don't phase me
You cannot change
When I'm in the club
Run away I can't take it
Yeah they show me love
They don't think that I'm crazy
I ain't tryna stop
Till I'm making all gravy
Feeling as of lately
I've been pushing up daises
Feeling effervescent
Holy fuck I can't take
Tryna see the present
Wound up on the pavement
I don't feel depression
Cause I'm racking up payment
If you got a problem
Talk to me and I'll face it
Careful out of pocket
Fry you up like some bacon
Dressing like a model
But the heart so vacant
Just an empty bottle
What you do don't break it
Can't get off of me
You could call me dead meat
Cause I feel like dog stomach
Cause I never cant stink
I can feel the dogs running
Can't do shit but ill think
Don't be getting lost on me
It's like aerial pink
Can't get off of me
You could call me dead meat
Cause I feel like dog stomach
Cause I never cant stink
I can feel the dogs running
Can't do shit but ill think
Don't be getting lost on me
It's like aerial pink