Chapter 12: Sum'en Different

More holes, to dig up left too empty Love when she wanting me More please, hustle or torturing She’s browzing me into a chill drink Dans une ville cousue de mines Je me trouve au fond du lac Nothing on the inside, nothing on the outside Break these rules like gangs Paint these rooms like they mean something Nothing out everything else in We were on something fake We were on some synthetic We were on something different, more of the same More meds Needles and novocaine make more pain pills More grown Decade regenerate repeat the past Plow into a meme Dans une ville cousue de mine Je me trouve au fond du lac Nothing on the inside, nothing on the outside Break these rules like gangs Paint these rooms like they mean something Nothing out everything else in We were on something fake We were on some synthetic We were on something different More of the same More of the same To push the bar, hear my voice surrounded To push the bar, to milk or to handle it Toss him in the lake Watch him sink and debate a link between The man he thinks he is and the man the drink creates Toss him in the lake Watch him sink and debate a link between The man he thinks he is and the man the drink creates Dans une ville cousue de mine Je me trouve au fond du lac Nothing on the inside, nothing on the outside Break these rules like gangs Paint these rooms like they mean something Nothing out everything else in We were on something fake We were on some synthetic We were on something different Nothing on the inside, nothing on the outside Break these rules like gangs Paint these rooms like they mean something Nothing out everything else in We were on something fake We were on some synthetic We were on something different More of the same