No Mana, No Health

Hittin' em wit the drum [?]
Oh my belly hurts I’m vomiting my fucking my lungs
The drugs they sittin' so softly deep inside my lungs
And fuck it I might be wrong I think I’m dead my life is overdone (roof)
So exhausted bitch you better run (roof)

(Boy)
(Spits)
(Boy)

Ay, Ay, Ay

(I've been, I've been)

Hittin' em wit the drum [?]
Oh my belly hurts I’m vomiting my fucking my lungs
The drugs they sittin' so softly deep inside my lungs
And fuck it I might be wrong I think I’m dead my life is overdone (roof)
So exhausted bitch you better run (roof)
(Ay)
Talking to myself (roof)
Running around with demons I’ve been screaming out for help
Bring me the bag of mana bitch I’m running low on health
Spitting up in these dеmons' mouths I drag em straight to hell
If the bitchеs' say leave her
Find a bloody cleaver
Smoking dirty resin at the bottom of the vega
Voices sounding lazy on the speak (boi)
Eyes the fucking reaper feeling muddy think they leaking

[?] drop you off when your jaw was busted open
Leave you bloody barely walking
Spittin' slurry, fucking coughing
Toxic bodies on me that’s a problem (roof)
You can fucking step and we can come and we can solve it

(Talking to myself
Running around with demons I’ve been screaming out for help
Bring me the bag of mana bitch I’m running low on health
Spitting up in these angels' mouths I drag em straight to hell)

Talking to myself (ay)
Running around with demons I’ve been screaming out for help
Bring me the bag of mana bitch I’m running low on health
Spitting up in these demons' mouths I drag em straight to hell

Talking to myself (roof)
Running around with demons I’ve been screaming out for help
Bring me the bag of mana bitch I’m running low on health
Spitting up in these demons mouths I drag em straight to hell

Talking to myself (roof)
Running around with demons I’ve been screaming out for help
Bring me the bag of mana bitch I’m running low on health
Spitting up in these demons mouths I drag em straight to hell