-,'-mp3-',- (feat. Kid Richard!)

Purple haze surrounding the greenery I'm the chains the outlet where the key would be Love the chase I turn it to an MP3 All my days are combining to f*ck with me I vomit and feel like I'm losing all particles They made sure to bleed me on the mic In any last case I'm last to bite the bullet Powder stain my sight I'm back in A-town have A-town back Collect my ashes Teeth are running fools gold to me Tabacco ashes Sending sentimental messages Do I want to live? Caught up in a lie, caught up in a fib Loving you is like a sin All the guilt of doing it Felling stupid 'cause you know I'm not a superhuman Got me like I don't know I've been on interstates running from the folks I've been feeling so insane Put it all on the gram posts Jotting down notes I know that you think I'm a joke though But I could be better Standing my own ground Got a vendetta Running from the crowd through the harsh weather Screwed up Pardon my bad temper We Fall for the ecstasy You don't remember me But you were everything Gave you a wedding ring Cause you like diamond things Got a diamond dream To shine with me Got me questioning everything Like where you could be Like where you could've gone I done moved on Drinks from Milan Parties in my lawn And it all cost a ton Was it my fault Tell me where you could've gone Fade into your Al or Fe Recipe for finer things Stood into the gunnel Sail into the star of endless sea Mirror mirror Just the method pioneer Hair-back concubine Extra verbiage to explain the thoughts I find Unrefined I hyphen too I seem too careless Oh we're slow on time I bruise the sunrise suffer greatness Scabs eclipse on Venus Loved a boy and smoking reefer buffest anotexic I just link to check the savings on her That's the curse of an artist The first of many carcasses I find Chokehold on the tracklist Album about you and I And I was dumb enough to buy it Ten finger discount bypassed cameras and riots I'm in poncho and it's looking grim Hydrongecea it's poison on your lips Scarring on your hips Bet I can help you with your license Back-end stomping grounds to talk about our vices The time we had apart we saw who really got the highest And I suffer the sense Succumb to the call Whatever I've done Can not be accounted for F*ck with the law Slide it away Going to cali 'cause I need to check the morgues Richy and I not superhuman Illness hits us the same Check my final death row meal It's laced with ethyl I'm assuming