Payin’ bills to the bill collectors
Shinin’, suicidin’ and I beam through my own reflectors
I eat grass now that it tastes greener
Flow meaner
No demeanor when I walk in the room and show myself
Duckin’, divin’ police sirens as I’m shinin through the streets
Got a sink full of dishes that I'm tryna complete
My shirts got tatterted
Rooms hot, smells badder
Drivin' got me slidin' think how life was going when I was still sad
Shave my legs with an old razor
I should sleep more
But we snore with these closed doors
Tell me why I see gore when I close my eyes
Fill my flask tabasco
Rusty lips and poker chips fill peripheral views
Fifty in the barrell
Check yourself before it's too late
News papes tellin what the dude say
Sick havin' this
Back breakin' from the weight of my consciousness
I'm not late, you're early
Thanksgiving dinners always quiet in the lunchtime
Like a worm that goin' dance in the sunshine
Wipe my feet on the windowsill
Wonder how it could have gone better
Watching my mind rotate with no date and no first name
Drifting towards my last days