styrofoam
Well it's that Mack daddy, 'llac swangin'
All these suckers still portraying
Back at it, still an addict, I got love for bad habits
Ridin' low, sippin' slow
Mixin' codeine with that dope, split it up with my kinfolk
Grey*59, you know the code
Ridin' down the 7th, make a left on Crescent, opposite of heaven
No confessions or you end up missin'
Lil Half Cut got the Mac, Oddy got the sack
Yung Tyler Durden, introverted
Born a burden, and they still worship
I got four lines in the cup, and that cup inside another cup
Cream soda turn to red cream soda
Hydrocodone liquid, made the fucking doctor cough it up
Now I'm leaned over
Now my spleen Yoda, green throw up
I'm a fiend—so what? Life is but a fucking dream, pour up
Drive high when I drive by just to seem sober
Bitch, and if I seem sober, it's because my fucking spleen exploded
And I keeled over, wheels rollin' right off of the cliff
And splash into that river stream below us