Trash

Red rooms, red lights Red skies, red nights No groom, just like, wake up So bright Hold on, drink right, sip right, sniff light Sub-bass, crack-fight, bitches they act right Them xans, got me hazy all damn fucking night Soft mind, speak up, lightened my mood right Sweaty love inspire me, a tab to reach the higher me Lyrics full of irony, your mama would never higher me Thoughts keep on fucking spiraling Brain need some fucking ironing Steal up, don't speak Cut through skin deep Drug take, don't tweak You blink, I pass We click, run fast Beat up, blunt craft Weed spark, mind clear Now all you fuckers hear Fuck being subtle I'm tired of being humble Pupils wide open watching my life crumble Taking pills, don't speak Dance up, soul free Lights they illuminate, tellers on my envelop Liars all round the fucking globe Taking hits and I'm talking to my mama dope Taking hits to relax and I shift Take hits, relax Two years, relapse Push through meals fast Puke out, dedicate Hate crimes, gun-switch Bullets they run away Close my eyes and I wake up Feeling everyday that I take up No blink, running in the fake up Link up, with my brother shake up All the grounds and I'm feeling take up It's kinda breezy, easy Baby what you tell him? It ain't pleasing, he drink Falling for your spell and What you mean he? Sleazy; soft spoken and he compelling And now he leaving Soft spoken and he fortelling Super bright like in Coachella So damn lost like you propelling The secret spot how you just can fucking tell it? On a moss, so breaking fucking kill her Breaking my skin, in a nest reaching hell and... Longing for lust, let's fucking kill her Reload the glock, my mind is iller And I'm talking true words from a wise man Simple thought and a front plan No front plan in a front plan, bitch imma hit that shit hard Yo! D! Everyday I hit that shit raw, you think?