Fyre - ESPN Beat lyrics

{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