paper bag mask
Talk ya' ass off
Can you back it up?
Talk ya' ass off
Can you back it up?
Talk ya' ass off
Can you back it up?
Talk ya' ass off
Can you back it up?
Back up in the spot with a hole in my skull
Bitches all around me lining up just to fuck, so I
Light up a cig', pass me the rig
Been chasing this high since I was a lil' kid
Now I'm in and out of rehab, fuckin' bitches while we relapse
Run up on you with the ski mask
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em
Isolated, forsaken, these bitches still chasin'
Withdrawals got me achin' and shakin' and vacant
Lookin' like Satan
Pray to the Pagans to ride on some Daytons and feel so complacent
Fuck it, get faded, can't take the temptation
I'm killing myself all alone in the basement
Talk ya' ass off
Can you back it up?
Talk ya' ass off
I’m gonna pull—
I’m gonna pull the mask off of my face and only my skull will remain
Look in the fuckin' empty space that is my eyes
You'll see the flames
Tryin' to step out of this fucking frame
Chemicals offered to numb the pain
Damaging certain parts of my brain
Damaging certain parts of a dame
I grab a brush and paint the rainbow until it's covered up in grey
Until it's covered up in grey
Stone globe, whole world decay
'Til it's covered up in grey
Stoned boy can't relate to the problems of today
I've been explained, I claim these graves
I've been exposed, remain the stain
I gain new fame, increase my chains
These fuckboys slain, drain blood from veins