THE TRAIL RUNS COLD

[Chorus: Istasha; Mugxtsu]
I discard a rat, get 'em fucking back
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that
I discard a rat, get 'em fucking back
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that
Straight in the face of the fucker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry
Straight in the face of the fucker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry

[Verse 1: Istasha]
Cover my credit with broken bills I wish you pay me off
Complain the remaining, I maim the savings under coveralls
My legs in the back of the vault
Runnin on mills they’re treading bricks over buildings hoping they fall out

[Verse 2: Mugxtsu]
Send me back, get me out. Ask the fuck about
Motherfucking listen to me when I tell you to be there
Hey stop, hands up, drop you fucking hand gun
I don't wanna be the one who get the fucking head shot

[Verse 3:]
Move out the back of my channel, I route it til the drywall is dry as a dialed plug that supplied it with no fucks
Serviced as I tap into firewalls, end up pleasing the customers
Interactions still fake, scroll files for 'em

[Bridge: Mugxtsu]
Send me out, I will go
To my own reality

[Chorus: Istasha; Mugxtsu]
I discard a rat, get 'em fucking back
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that
I discard a rat, get 'em fucking back
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that
Straight in the face of the fucker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry
Straight in the face of the fucker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry
I discard a rat, get 'em fucking back
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that
Straight in the face of the fucker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry