Wake up in a ditch
Blood on my kicks
Liquor by my body
And I can't feel shit
Blood on my lips
Few cuts on my wrist
And my brand new shirt
Full of dirt fuck this
Pull myself up
I am the enemy
Stop with fuckery
You ain't no friend of me
Evil embodied is what I was meant to be
Anti to everything
Gripping the dirt I can feel my self frail I'm weakened by every time I have failed to recognise
I can control any aspect of life that I like if it bothers me I will not hide
Takin a fuckin' blade up in my spine
Look up at my face and tell me am I doin' fine
I cannot seem to be one with the demons a feeling I fear I will never describe
A king does not rule, he is only a symbol
You don't wanna be another mothafucka layin' in the bottom of the sea or takin' a swing up in a tree I'm thinkin of every time I coulda woulda put a fuckin' bullet in the book of everything that I be callin' my dreams
I guess I'm
Tired of all of theses fuckas that can't seem keep my name outta they mouth
Bitch I never beat around a bush I tell a pussy what I'm 'bout and I won't ever give a fuck about a thang called clout
Nowhere to run, I got nowhere to call my home
None of these mothafuckas hit my phone
I don't wanna walk on this road alone
Blood on my shoes, now there's blood in the snow
Blood in the snow
