Moll Dyer

[Verse 1: cxllym]
Shit hits the fan, so I hit the rocks
Plummet off of the cliff sinking quickly, won’t stop
Waves soak my clothes water flooding my veins
Couldn’t break free from the chains in my brain
Leave me in the sandbar, dead in the rain
Washed up in the mud, dead kid surrounded in flame
The weather was cold so I gave it a change
Set myself on fire now I can’t feel anything
How the fuck do you have the confidence to assume
That me and my brothers are now fucking with you
One Eight Hundred the posse, we been tryna get through
But you never been listening, just tryna act cool
I don’t need no more friends, got the boys that I need
All this bullshit that surrounds us, it don’t effect me
Another pair of lame shoes and you think you’re all this
You think you a apex but you looking like piss

[Hook: cxllym & coinslots]
(cxllym:)
Im feeling like moll dyer when I wake up in the morning and I get the scythe yeah
Im feeling like moll dyer when I wake up all the corpses getting ready to die yeah
(coinslots:)
Im feeling like moll dyer when I wake up in the morning and I get the scythe yeah
Im feeling like moll dyer when I wake up all the corpses getting ready to die yeah

[Verse 2: coinslots]
Say you’ve got fans, your music is whack
Say you work hard, you not pumping out tracks
You think you sound different but you sound the same
Indigo64 bitch we RVAVGE the game
Im rolling out the dice and all I’m getting are the 6’s and the 4’s
Everybody gonna hear your fucking shit and the rest they’ll never explore
This folk lore of the the witch of the storm
Got me dying for some more
When I open up the store
Then break down the door
Of this shitty metaphor
Im waging war as I snore man its rotten to the core
I got the pain in my head again
Talking bout your bullshit yet again
He don’t wanna be your friend again
You know I haven’t forget it yet