Staring at the water looking like a bunch of satin

Look into my eyes and all you see is motherf**king static

Toe tagging

B***h I'm bagging up the d**e

No ratting to the po

Acting like you shy

Reading the latin quote across my f**king throat

H*es go oh no

Heard this motherf**ker likes to give burials and I don't know if I want to go with him

He invited me into his home

Gave her the number to my phone

Told her dial up 666 if you need to get a hold of me

And hopefully she'll give me a call when she is home and free and lonely

Phone rang twice but I missed both calls

I was hanging in the hall toll free

Got a pocket fulla stones

Watching game of thrones

B***hes on the phone

Tell 'em me she home alone

Motherf**k a future

Countin' down 'til I die

Days roll by

I just wanna get high

Never ever sober need d**gs for my composure

Lookin' like I'm dying laying back on the sofa

Six feet deep

Three gold teeth

Zero f**king hopes for this young tragedy

Days of our lives

Watch 'em roll by

Whole f**king family got bloodshot eyes

Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes

Finger f**king B*****s listening to no limit

West bank soldier

Straight up out the nola

When it comes to this s**t

Ain't a motherf**ker colder