don't say a prayer for me
drink half an oe then fill it with oj and drink up the rest
i want a place to call home
i weep a lot more than i like to show
sick of givin' a fuck about the number of times somebody click a bunch of words in blue on top of a line
i never wanted to be a slave to vanity but now look at me i'mma piece of daddy i never wanted to be and i'm
trynna find my way to the top of a mountain
but i cannot escape here alive
maybe i'mma die all alone in the fountain
you cut me and left me to die
black balaclava it cover my face
cleansin' and washin' away all the hate
i'm aleister crowley on his worst of days
all of you bitches that want me to slay you but can't take the pain
i don't worship satan i'm just sayin' that we get along
when i was a lil jit i used to think that i was never gonna ever be shit
and i still don't know which way i'm goin'
fuck. i don't got a thing that i wouldn't leave to be 6 feet deep
find me a top of a mountain and let me just conjure up something to help me