Carcosa - Scrim

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

Got Glocks, got sticks, all at arms length

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 playing 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