I got 1, 000 razor blades
Take my pitchfork out the fire
Slowly creeping out, through my skin
Dead friends, on a bunch of tens
Moderately into photography
Get the autopsy, cut through me
Only to find out that this
Grab my piece, rest in peace
Just to look in the eyes of the mask
Casket pimping, killers with minds
Leave no witnesses behind
Puff that gas, light it up
I'm just waiting to combust
Chilling in the catacombs,
To be dead, I had to put in work
Told them to bury me with a couple
Know when I go to hell, the first
one is getting burned off
While you're trying to get turnt
up, I'm trying to get turnt off
Bitch, I'm burning a spliff
Feeling like I am just stuck in a GIF
Fuck all the fortune and fame I just
Want to be tortured and put in
But all them rainy days gave me a
Reason to become one of Lucifer's
Boosting the shade in my brain
Crucify me with a suit and tie
because I will die trying
Never be cruising that wave
I am never trying to save the day
As I lay in the grave, I slay the prey
You can pray that I stay where I came
I get blamed for shady day
I'm tame when I blaze away
no shame in my grave I'm chained
Off the ocean side (ocean side) Call it suicide
crime in the devil's eyes
Off the ocean side (ocean side)
crime in the devil's eyes
Off the ocean side (ocean side)
Suicide is no fucking crime in the
Off the ocean side (ocean side)
Suicide is no fucking crime