I’m heated! And it got nothing to do with whats got me baked/
cant stop wont stop – blame these faulty breaks/
bless that acceleration pad – the bar is set at such a high elevation that,
I gotta hold my breath – gives me a sedation medication can’t/
damn I cant remember the last time I used my lungs for respiration man/
prolly cuz drugs are never marketed with an expiration tag/
but fuck it – these veins are only as valuable as the drugs up it/
im a machine whose pipes are corroded - its like my very blood’s blunted/
blood stained knives - that once claimed lives – aint got shit on me man ill blunt blades by/
handing you my wrist and reminding you to cut straight lines/
I want the blood to flow like how a flood plain might/
freakin out when you see nothing leakin out,
this valium is a kidney stone for my veins I gotta squeeze it out/
pull the joint out of my mouth to point out that my veins have gills/
so chinky eyed this aint the first time iv mistook cans of paint as pills/
wow aint that a deadly combination/
manic depression got me feelin highs and lows in steady osculation/
my flow has similes like the dead sea has salt – heavy concentration/
and fuck music – I wanna be the punchline of every conversation/
BIATCH – im livin life as a reckless drug abuser/
I guess I lucked out seeing as music is the weapon of the future/
armed with a pen and pad and a face that only the cynical mood fits/
so watch me down 16 bar shots and vomit lyrical bullets/
(like smokey in Friday) Daaaamn - (cough) now thats def a deadly combination?/
too much life lived - without restraint or moderation/keep it comin' ron G - this is called responding, theres really nothin on me, to admit indirectly admits thats something faulty/haha speaking without thinking appalls me/ peace
