​black lungs

[Verse 1]
First round, cut 'em with the fucking buck knife
Speedin' round the city, out-riding in the black night
Black world enterprise , dark light every time
Pussy boys always frontin' like they think they so divine
You ain’t shit but the trash in the street
Hang you from 'ya toes, give 'ya cold feet
Back down, bitch, you don’t get no dreams
Back in black, bitch, I’m blacked out, everything I need
And I’m coming down
I cannot take the now
I cannot do no vows
I switch that shit around
I’m taking every hide
In case they wanna slide
I’m kicking overdrive
Shattered by the time I wake up
Got another one, chimney what I’m smokin' up
Double-Double in my left with a king palm
Go and do some wrong
And then I do more
Burden since the start
Until there’s no more

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
Fuck it, here we go
Lungs are damaged from the smoke
I hate everything I write and I hate everything I wrote
I don’t care about the time
Think I gotta go elope
To a place out in the woods
Rewrite everything I know
Cracks in the wall
End is on the way though
I don’t care about the world or anything they say, though
If I’m dead, well then I’m dead but I better have my dough
Cross once catch me outside of 'ya mothafuckin' home
Grim reaper walking, graveyard leader
Put him down below the earth, I'm the real preacher
Real teacher, I been strapped up like a fucking navy seal
And if you do not understand, well I don’t think you’ll get the deal
How 'ya feel? Backed up like a hard drive
Whole team on ya ass, break apart ya spine
Oh yeah, I’m feeling fine
I’m always feeling fine
I'm never stressing out
Well that’s a fucking lie