Skeleton
Dead elegance
You soft like Eberjey
This blunt, I aint sharin it
We what they starin at
Like we sellin it
Grave on my chest and it Bam like Element
Try to touch it, you get froze like the elements
Then I defrost them with the heat that is the hell in me
Make them feel defeat
Give me 50 feet
Midwest motherfucker straight up out the weeds
Still sitting in the car with the radio on
Watching life as it pass me by
Try to turn off my brain, throw away all the shame
Starting a new today but I fail
Every time
Every line that I speak I fall behind
Im my mind, but youre my heart
I think that I might be falling apart
SESH