Heist Clop

So whats the point It seems like Im askin this alot It seems like hesitation is the only vibe I come across Im smokin pot I find Im fucking hating it alot I tend to love the things I hate And hate to love the things I got Im growing weary It takes alot to give alot And I get none on receiving no god I stopped believing left to rot My soul rests in the sinners plot I fucked around placed my bets Sold my soul to the devil and closed shop Another day another dolla Seep in florida guac Restin in the swamp Real talk its gettin hotter Blurry vision blinds me like Im Helen Kellers daughter Knock knock not a cop Heart is racing mood is dire My mind is blankin I think Im gettin higher Uh oh my mood changed Giving into pure desire Selfish demons light the world on fire Well deserved Burn em all to ash if thats what makes the future brighter Burn em Burn em If thats what makes the future brighter Burn em all to ash if thats what makes the future brighter