Lyrics
Psychedelic fella fleeing from some academic's street
What he's hiding in his pocket is a little mystery
Fuck around with everybody, still will be wholy forgotten
Watch my body on a telly as i rotten under trees
Stroll through the fifth
Smoke on the filth
Barely reached the sixth while bearing my crucifix
Entering the seven, banter shit I'm bearing
Various directions still they all lead to the cemetery, eight
This ain't no place to thrive at, such a small worth
The only place to find me - where it's getting worse
Find it so inspiring to question with thirst
Who's gonna sell who first
This ain't no place to thrive at, such a small worth
The only place to find me - where it's getting worse
Find it so inspiring to question with thirst
Who's gonna sell who first
Rents boy - Sickboy kinda relationship
Mark your rent low I slowly hang in your apartments bitch
Sit in rental car chasing nother dose and think
How to dig my nose even deeper in my final ditch
Just in a bite or two the soil that I'm so loyal to
Will eat me up entirely leaving behind mossy tomb
That's what we have in common, that place has taught me well
You are sold without discount here - the grave for you to dwell
This ain't no place to thrive at, such a small worth
The only place to find me - where it's getting worse
Find it so inspiring to question with thirst
Who's gonna sell who first
This ain't no place to thrive at, such a small worth
The only place to find me - where it's getting worse
Find it so inspiring to question with thirst
Who's gonna sell who first
WRITERS
Даудов Руслан, Филимонов Никита
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © JAM Digital Media
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Sadness
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