Black Blood Dead Dreamer - Pick Up the Pace

Oh yeah
Freestyle now I don't know why
The lack of content makes me want to cry
Drugs were such a waste of time
Ghost writer
Where are you
I'm talking to myself
Talking back is hard to do
Pick up the pace
If you ever want to leave this place
Savage fucking times call for savage fucking measures
No stars have aligned and I know that time can't rewind
So where were you when I was cleaning up the blood last night
Pick up the pace
If you want to get the fuck out of this fucking place
Locked in the room like a mother fucking G
Let me fucking tell you what I fucking see
Here we fucking go don't fucking stop here
Do you fucking know
Ghost writer has left the building

We have the tools
We have the talent

Written by:
Chris Spivey, Jeremy Stout, Timothy Werner

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