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ketamine
i got angel wings
im a feen
my blood full of sin
clips and clips and clips
lost in my mind in acid trips
my heart yearns for that cosmic love
intergallactic pills I’m poppin em
hit the plug think hes annoyed
ion give a fuck
count my life in cigar tucks
cant remember my year
constantly haunted by these deadly fears
anxiety attack my chest
thats why im smokin on dat west
and pop that shit dont give a fuck
i thought it was pressed
im so fuckin stressed
strap on my vest
hes the chemist so i trust the product
ketamine
i got angel wings
im a feen
my blood full of sin
ketamine
i got angel wings
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spliff after spliff after spliff all summer
something is amiss
why is everyone depressed
is the system really working
nah
it be fucking leeching
off its peasants
eating pheasants in their fucking lairs
blowing gas
i dont fucking care
caught em in their underwear
prepare for war
dark horse pulling up with fists of lore
hardcore bitch pop a .5 of molly
she be spinning she be woozy
hit the blunt and now she cozy
i aint really wit no fuck shit
talk shit
get hit
inside my mind
i have these fits
i meditate and medicate
off them pressies
don’t you even press me
middleman on that adderall
make that flip that bread enthrall
falling off the wagon
i’m a tail eating dragon
i know that ive been lagging
leaving imprints like im lagging
layin in the hurt my brain it hurt
degenerate lost up in that hurt
can’t even trust my eyes
these moldy souls drag me to holes
i didn’t choose this
no
trick talk funny catch the fucking grip
all my homie needed was a fucking zip
she wasn’t eating i was losing my mind
chewing up these pills
i’m still on my grind
but what does it mean if you can’t see the sheen
but what does it mean
i can’t feel anything
spliff after spliff after spliff all summer
spliff after spliff after spliff all summer
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im feeling like a cliche
poppin pills
and rollin blunts all day
i wonder what would papa say
i wonder what would papa say
probably think I’m dead
deep web lurking dreadhead ducking feds
pixel bits in the world they be glitching in my eyes
lsd set me free to a bigger cage
still a captive bird in a toxic fucking cage
too many compulsive fuckin cigarettes
prefer the world in my head to the reigning man
life sucks
i wanna daydream forever
dmt pipe dick in my hand
phone going off gotta meet the demand
smoking supply hit ma man he dry
i wonder what would papa say
i wonder what would papa say
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i don’t really think she love me tho
i don’t really think she love me tho
probably cuz I’m always wilyn bro
i don’t really think she love me tho
i don’t really think she love me tho
i don’t really think she love me tho
probably cuz I’m always wily bro
i don’t really think she love me tho
overdosed last week i think she freaked
i was chillin w my freaks six feet deep she sounded creeped
sinewed skin with healing bites of snakes
selfishly wish that she loved me tho
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i was off the sass again
02:52
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