Mars Hill

Another nightmare; night terror
Most original in the fold of my era
I changed my ways, but I’m a natural born sinner
If they ever ran their mouth, they could be my dinner
Woulda had a bullseye on ‘em
With the rope around their neck, with the suicide on ‘em
We could pull up at the pin-drop, we could shoot the heady
Don’t forget for a second that I am from the boondocks
Ready to scrap for no reason
Got a problem, they could leave with their dome leaking
I just wanna be alonе, far from everybody
Live far away, no cars or any monеy
Coolest in the room yet I’m awkward as fuck
Used to feel useless, loosing and stuck
They’re assuming their doom if they’re actin’ all buck
I’m exhumed in a tomb on loop playing Ruck
Draped in pharaoh garments of Ferragamo
Fahrenheit high like hide your fever
Playing music in the shadows like Phantom of the Opera
Now I’m feeling like I’m drowning and I’m pinned to the bottom of a bottle ’til I’m gone