Lyrics to Carcosa
Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer
Hahahahahaha
You did good $lick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Got Glocks, got sticks, all at arms length
7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Couple more pills, on my way to heaven (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dancing with my demons in the moonlight
Yeah, takes some medicine to keep my mood right
Hop out, I can barely fucking stand up (I can't stand up)
When drugs come my way, I can't pass up (I can't pass up)
Wanna crawl to my room
Want it all to stop soon
So lost in my own crib
Float away, til' I'm off the grid
Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter
Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers?
Burned out like a cigarette (Out like a cigarette)
On top of life, feeling discontent
Bury me six deep under my mama, weeping
Bury my bitch right beside me if she leave here with me
You see regret in my silhouette (Regret in my silhouette)
Burned out like a cigarette (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I'm around, it gets dangerous
Out my mind, off that angel dust
This shit my life, I can't make it up
This shit simple yet complex enough
Yeah, in the meantime, I'ma keep going (Keep going)
Always a chance I won't be here in the morning
They say "Just stop, you can make it all change"
I'm too deep, I don't know no other way
Okay, I lied, I don't want no other way
It's the devil that I know everyday
Self destructing but at least I feel safe
What's meant to be is gonna be anyway
Sitting up six inches, smoking grim reaper
Got a dumb bitch with me, she think I'm a keeper
Burned out like a cigarette (Burned out like a cigarette)
All my life, feeling discontent (Yeah)
Sitting back with the 9 millimeter
Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers?
Burned out like a cigarette (Like a cigarette)
On top of life, feeling discontent (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Hahahahahaha
You did good $lick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Got Glocks, got sticks, all at arms length
7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Couple more pills, on my way to heaven (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dancing with my demons in the moonlight
Yeah, takes some medicine to keep my mood right
Hop out, I can barely fucking stand up (I can't stand up)
When drugs come my way, I can't pass up (I can't pass up)
Wanna crawl to my room
Want it all to stop soon
So lost in my own crib
Float away, til' I'm off the grid
Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter
Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers?
Burned out like a cigarette (Out like a cigarette)
On top of life, feeling discontent
Bury me six deep under my mama, weeping
Bury my bitch right beside me if she leave here with me
You see regret in my silhouette (Regret in my silhouette)
Burned out like a cigarette (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I'm around, it gets dangerous
Out my mind, off that angel dust
This shit my life, I can't make it up
This shit simple yet complex enough
Yeah, in the meantime, I'ma keep going (Keep going)
Always a chance I won't be here in the morning
They say "Just stop, you can make it all change"
I'm too deep, I don't know no other way
Okay, I lied, I don't want no other way
It's the devil that I know everyday
Self destructing but at least I feel safe
What's meant to be is gonna be anyway
Sitting up six inches, smoking grim reaper
Got a dumb bitch with me, she think I'm a keeper
Burned out like a cigarette (Burned out like a cigarette)
All my life, feeling discontent (Yeah)
Sitting back with the 9 millimeter
Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers?
Burned out like a cigarette (Like a cigarette)
On top of life, feeling discontent (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
