Purple haze surrounding the greenery

I'm the chains the outlet where the key would be

Love the chase I turn it to an MP3

All my days are combining to fuck with me

I vomit and feel like I'm losing all particles

They made sure to bleed me on the mic

In any last case I'm last to bite the bullet

Powder stain my sight

I'm back in A-town have A-town back

Collect my ashes

Teeth are running fools gold to me

Tabacco ashes

Sending sentimental messages

Do I want to live?

Caught up in a lie, caught up in a fib

Loving you is like a sin

All the guilt of doing it

Felling stupid 'cause you know I'm not a superhuman

Got me like I don't know

I've been on interstates running from the folks

I've been feeling so insane

Put it all on the gram posts

Jotting down notes

I know that you think I'm a joke though

But I could be better

Standing my own ground

Got a vendetta

Running from the crowd through the harsh weather

Screwed up

Pardon my bad temper

We

Fall for the ecstasy

You don't remember me

But you were everything

Gave you a wedding ring

Cause you like diamond things

Got a diamond dream

To shine with me

Got me questioning everything

Like where you could be

Like where you could've gone

I done moved on

Drinks from Milan

Parties in my lawn

And it all cost a ton

Was it my fault

Tell me where you could've gone

Fade into your Al or Fe

Recipe for finer things

Stood into the gunnel

Sail into the star of endless sea

Mirror mirror

Just the method pioneer

Hair-back concubine

Extra verbiage to explain the thoughts I find

Unrefined I hyphen too I seem too careless

Oh we're slow on time I bruise the sunrise suffer greatness

Scabs eclipse on Venus

Loved a boy and smoking reefer buffest anotexic I just link to check the savings on her

That's the curse of an artist

The first of many carcasses I find

Chokehold on the tracklist

Album about you and I

And I was dumb enough to buy it

Ten finger discount bypassed cameras and riots

I'm in poncho and it's looking grim Hydrongecea it's poison on your lips

Scarring on your hips

Bet I can help you with your license

Back-end stomping grounds to talk about our vices

The time we had apart we saw who really got the highest

And I suffer the sense

Succumb to the call

Whatever I've done

Can not be accounted for

Fuck with the law

Slide it away

Going to cali 'cause I need to check the morgues

Richy and I not superhuman

Illness hits us the same

Check my final death row meal

It's laced with ethyl I'm assuming