Openin’ my eyes, but I’m still blind
This fog in my mind burnin’ green that I grind
I’m forever running - from the deep reaper,
My clever joker’s - the bent-blade keeper
Gotta escape cuz, sober’s a bummer
So I jailbreak with tequila’s thunder
You know that I got ‘em, you know how we go
quick-stop-at-the-liquor-shop, cuz my hate’s running low
teardrop on the rocks, next casamigos
My laughin’ mask, said I’m made-o-Benjamins
yeah yo white lines, redline my RPMs
I’m dead-n-alive at the same time my friends
I day drink, and I night walk
my body sleeps walks around a thick line of chalk
The pain in my heart’s too hard to talk
I'm chokin' in fear, every time I say what’s real
But it’s too much, so what the fuck?
Mr Grim whispers, “man up, you punk”
So back I go, another bottle another J
Somehow I’ve mastered, how to be enslaved
I dip my whip, in cocaine white,
so when it hits, it’s lights out, right?
addicted to the fight, against myself
someone throw the towel in? can someone please help?
I don’t need no help, yo you see what I make?
If I can’t buy you I’ll break you, best not make that mistake
Livin life vida loca, money’s humorous to me,
I don’t give a fuck about anything yo especially me.
New life Oregon, or Seattle or Spain
when I’m on the run my suitcase-stay packin’ pain
My solo pillow holds on to broken tolls
highway to nowhere, searching the silent soul