Indigenous -

This wind coming in feels like home

It’s comforting and it soothes me

It tastes like freshly spilled blood and the rotting flesh of decaying corpses

Yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Uh, now a cold-hearted soul

And everywhere that I go

Keep out my ways, you should know

I’m a dead man walkin' when I stand up (yeah bitch)

Call my bluff and I might answer

Flow sick, I got cancer, freemason or freelancer

Come prance with a dirty dancer, and I hear the lie

Comin' to you live from the abyss, where vacant, tryna put my mama on a vacation

Newly paralyzin', you stay hatin', your stop-motion like claymation

You spent 6 racks just to mix-match, when that click-clack, better get back

You spit that, I did that, Doug Dimmadomes, y’all big cap

And all my niggas really know, I’m a real one, never fold

Never switch up for no ho, nah yee, but all you niggas really hoes

And y’all don’t stick to the code, how I’m supposed to call you my bros?

I go dumb as shit, you a dumbass bitch, I be numb as shit when you fumblin'

They say, «Shrine, are you pregnant?»

cause I’m always on some other shit

Miss me with that brother shit, me and Dom on that mother shit

These hands like decay, I’ma have yo ho’s shit crumblin'