{Swa*k}
Hold your hand to ya chest, and feel the devil feastin'
Hearts starve for rest but we can't stop dreamin'
Pictures of d**h when life begins bleedin'
[tormented by ?] [yourself to leave decievin'?]
[branded?] by sweat, born in the grievin'
Raised by our dead, i pray not to be sleepin'
Went off with the check, the road for recedin'
Without my flesh, [is?] natural, [just?] breathe we abandoned our breath
Maybe let the beast in so you can let him go
Walk the streets [?] this [lights? low?]
To lose the love of pleasin', well that's no chance to grow
Would you like play with my disconnected soul
I believe one more drag would make this [?]
Put your hands on ya chest and listen to your soul, n***a
{Young G}
Ayo rollin' slow, blow indo on the go
I gotta have shine, why try, [by fry?]
[fills??] [my time?]
Gets blazed, so [?] sticky [??] of a 50
Wish swiftly, switch in the left side, next [side?], d**h [side?], text [?]
[?] [clef side?] west side
God provide [?] sunlight, glide outside
[four ?] techniques
Every trip has it's valleys and it's peaks
{Stefan Burnett}
Plastic flowers in dirty clothes
In the bathroom blowin' my nose
The mirror's ugly, you know how it goes
Don't look at me i'm broke as a joke
Black a** junkie hooked on dope
Spent the last of my money on a bar of soap
Never thought it'd be like this
Empty beer bottles, chapped lips
On the bottom and i can't switch
Too late to turn back, too early to trip
Put my head down, trying to sleep
Counted a million psychadelic sheep
Could've been a billion but i can't keep track no more
It's gettin' deep and i'm gettin' bored
Feelin' like a piece of sh** on the floor
Fyre - ESPN Beat lyrics
Album IV