DyeAlone - Binged on a 8ball Now Were Cryin'

Life got me fucked up so i stay drugged up
Coke perc xans dont give a fuck mix em up tearin up my guts for fun
Lil alchemist transmute my soul for another sack that exchange equivalent
Oh its too potent its too potent got me throwin up head hanging in the porcelain
My little existence is fucked losing consciousness im done

Lifes unclear no reason why i was put here
Murderous killer threats are promised I swear
Lil burnt wrist will die without a care
Fuck your clique end you all with a 30 round clip
Sit and laugh before i duck out
In the night ill fry in hell oh well bitch

Written by:
DyeAlone

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