Foul breeze, no air Razor blade on the stair I'm the king of despair (Try to not) Tie the knot, kick the chair I'll take peace for the pair Like I was ever really here Mama, I'm a low-life Look at what my soul like Living ghost-boy I could haunt my own life Way too young for this regret Shoulders weigh a fucking ton I subsist on hollow self-deception I ain't seen the sun Brain rotted so I left it I got a heart with a death wish I feel like Mitski None of these muhfuckers get me I'm in love with the weed, believe it That's demon I feed, I need it It quiet the chaos, if I can get way up (Least 'til we deplete it) I never been not on fuck the medication But I done just put them shits in my rotation Cause I'm outta options, sanity and patience I'm loosing my lucid—confusion my station It's slipping, my soul—a slow degradation Our love in cold—my blinding fixation I don't want be so low, I can't be there for her I don't want carry this, I never asked for this reign My blinding fixation It left stains on my brain, Mama And guilt in my heart cause a lotta black boys got deeper pain So what fucking right do I have to want to end the rest of me That's the type-shit get the best of me Drive the blades through my flesh Adorn me in shadows and crown me, in effigy I just wanna make some real shit I just wanna warn 'em 'bout these cops, mane I just wanna warn 'em 'bout these yts and these vultures And tell 'em how we choking out the planet with the blockchain I just wanna sing rest in peace Chynna Rogers Goddamn, swear Philly lost a WarQueen I just wanna tell 'em we gotta protect our WarQueens But I can't protect myself, from my own brain (Sick fuck, good luck) Foul breeze, no air Razor blade on the stair I'm the king of despair (Try to not) Tie the knot, kick the chair I'll take peace for the pair Like I was ever really here Aye boy, be clear You could run, no matter where It never make you disappear

Foul breeze, no air Razor blade on the stair I'm the king of despair (Try to not) Tie the knot, kick the chair I'll take peace for the pair Like I was ever really here Mama, I'm a low-life Look at what my soul like Living ghost-boy I could haunt my own life Way too young for this regret Shoulders weigh a fucking ton I subsist on hollow self-deception I ain't seen the sun Brain rotted so I left it I got a heart with a death wish I feel like Mitski None of these muhfuckers get me I'm in love with the weed, believe it That's demon I feed, I need it It quiet the chaos, if I can get way up (Least 'til we deplete it) I never been not on fuck the medication But I done just put them shits in my rotation Cause I'm outta options, sanity and patience I'm loosing my lucid—confusion my station It's slipping, my soul—a slow degradation Our love in cold—my blinding fixation I don't want be so low, I can't be there for her I don't want carry this, I never asked for this reign My blinding fixation It left stains on my brain, Mama And guilt in my heart cause a lotta black boys got deeper pain So what fucking right do I have to want to end the rest of me That's the type-shit get the best of me Drive the blades through my flesh Adorn me in shadows and crown me, in effigy I just wanna make some real shit I just wanna warn 'em 'bout these cops, mane I just wanna warn 'em 'bout these yts and these vultures And tell 'em how we choking out the planet with the blockchain I just wanna sing rest in peace Chynna Rogers Goddamn, swear Philly lost a WarQueen I just wanna tell 'em we gotta protect our WarQueens But I can't protect myself, from my own brain (Sick fuck, good luck) Foul breeze, no air Razor blade on the stair I'm the king of despair (Try to not) Tie the knot, kick the chair I'll take peace for the pair Like I was ever really here Aye boy, be clear You could run, no matter where It never make you disappear