# I.

Came inside a cops wife, call it a lawful discharge.

If you're anything but white

Then it just is the truth.

Getting beat or getting swiss cheesed is just a maybe or a might

# II.

And I suppose you gotta be a little crazy to believe, that we can be free but I'm insane

And I'm not alone, no I'm not alone no no

# III.

Snitching isn't punk rock, and ditching dope is so folk punk, but I'm off Maeng Da and skunk

Over the mound we ascend

Over the tears over beers

Over the cascading years

# IV.

Got 86ed for baking grits in my Mighty once again

But we aren't compost yet

Mostly I'm alone, getting by and getting ready to get stoned in my own home

# V.

I'm not sure that we are what we eat

But I'm pretty sure we smell like what we do

So I might smell like hash when I been stuffing it up

My damn caboose

My damn caboose

# VI.

I fell in love again that time that you said “fuck every cop who ever beat his wife”

And “we should cut down every flock camera tonight"

And “fuck all the alphabets, they're endlessly spying”

# VII.

I know they took our payment for the mass surveillance and we're running out of time

And so we'll try

To avoid the phones

But then we're always alone

# I. 

Mother just deceived me

So I can't trust a word

Never had much faith in drugs 

But they always worked for her

# II. 

Patterns that I recognize

Get harder to ignore

There's a middle man, probably the man, and I swear it's not the spore

# III. 

I think someone is out to get me

And I know they’re dangerous

They bug my home and trace my phone

And lace my stanking buds

# IV. 

Someone is out to get me

And my Soul is what they Seek

Someone is out to get me

Like a villain of the week

# V. 

So I run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run

Gotta crackflash my Pixel ‘till there's blood on my thumbs

Gotta degoogle completely, trust no megathreads. Discreetly dump the drives and stuff the words inside the one place I can hide them

# VI. 

Clean files, dirty beat

Cs rin, skin and meat

Phish lot, half a sheet, oh

Feet don't fail me now

# VII. 

Tripping as I'm falling, as the universe is calling upon me to be a sad sack of shit ass bum

They're out to get me

And I just can't get away

I’ve shown evidence to confidants

I'm far too stoned they say

# VIII. 

Someone is out to get me

And I just can't fucking speak

They’re always out to get me

Like a villain of the week

# I. 

Half a jew, whole plant fresh frozen, no solvents. 

Get naked, go solar, live life with no commas

Pat The Bunny said that I don't even have to rhyme

I can't commit to any god damn thing but crime

# II. 

You know who’s in the ghetto

Bumping Whonix with Palmetto State 

Armor by the bed, Lake City Quiet Pills for heads

# III. 

But shit, my body? Life's been shotty

Mouth all ashen, tired but still alive

They found the kilo of tranquilo 

Fuck me, now that makes it five

# IV. 

I will, I won't, I said I'd never but I always do 

Brain dead still living underwater in this sick sedative stew

# V. 

I press the rosin for the fragrance 

Drunk off skunk every damn day

Gimme the spinal tap and the high colonic

Came from the dirt to the hydroponic 

# VI. 

I spin the block of coco

Apathy is all I know . Grove

Bagging and tag in my dwelling like a butcher for the cure

I'm low on flower, but I'll grow some more

# VII. 

And I know for sure that I've got 46 days

Till the weed runs out but I love fat jays

Is what I'd say if I were just a waste of paint in caves with my tainted taint

# I. 

I tattooed the vape with the permanent stink

Magic Flight to a fantasy island 

Maybe Tahoe OG with a Tweezer but now I'm sounding like a geezer

Falling over the banister at the Chase Center

# II. 

You feel the rush of the drugs going straight to your brain? 

You hate shrugs but that's all you ever bring to the table

Breaking my neck for music like I'm past going through it

Half a jew a whole encapsulated hash oil stew. It's uhhh

# III. 

Sad whitey off a pineyed pupil

I lost the vibrations in a ball vape stupor

It crossed my mind when it hit

The why am I in bed with it? 

The why am I so dead without it? 

Why am I instead so pouty? 

# IV. 

Shit, nothing makes sense, so I'll just Say Anything 

Until I'm dead or in debt wrapped up in a sling for my better kin

And I bet I'll win, man I'm going far

With a shot of hope and an FN SCAR

And the pot I choke down in my car. I am a star, I'll pass the bar

# V. 

On my way home, find relief in run ons

No rhymes, I'm clean and sober. No gun on

My hip. No flip for quick cash and slick hash

Yeah I want her greasy, terped out. The cache

# VI. 

Of cannabinoids stuffed in the PS2

Expansion bay will satiate me and you 

For at least a few days, to substance I pray, my life in dismay, off sadness and gay

# I.

I tattooed the vape with the permanent stink

Magic Flight to a fantasy island

Maybe Tahoe OG with a Tweezer but now I'm sounding like a geezer

Falling over the banister at the Chase Center

# II.

You feel the rush of the drugs going straight to your brain?

You hate shrugs but that's all you ever bring to the table

Breaking my neck for music like I'm past going through it

Half a jew a whole encapsulated hash oil stew. It's uhhh

# III.

Sad whitey off a pineyed pupil

I lost the vibrations in a ball vape stupor

It crossed my mind when it hit

The why am I in bed with it?

The why am I so dead without it?

Why am I instead so pouty?

# IV.

Shit, nothing makes sense, so I'll just Say Anything

Until I'm dead or in debt wrapped up in a sling for my better kin

And I bet I'll win, man I'm going far

With a shot of hope and an FN SCAR

And the pot I choke down in my car. I am a star, I'll pass the bar

# V.

On my way home, find relief in run ons

No rhymes, I'm clean and sober. No gun on

My hip. No flip for quick cash and slick hash

Yeah I want her greasy, terped out. The cache

# VI.

Of cannabinoids stuffed in the PS2

Expansion bay will satiate me and you

For at least a few days, to substance I pray, my life in dismay, off sadness and gay

# I. 

I want the Half Life 3 muscle memory 

Installed on my neurolink, but bitch I'm rocking debían 

With the root kit active, brains out the back and 

Onto the pile of shit rhymes and good smack 

# II. 

The walls are closing in

Noclip, fall into the nothingness 

Suddenly it's reversed, I'm trying my hardest to hit the ditch

# III. 

God at killing Combine

Sv_cheats paired with the bong. I've 

Just been passing hours in Half life 2, black mesa I belong to you

# IV. 

And you only, but come access this pipe

I ain't had a shower in 7 hours, baby I'm ripe

With the suppression field I ain't even gotta pull out tonight

Wasted half of my life but it feels right 

# V. 

And my love is white, viscous as vortussy. 

Might fuck around and make some antlions mushy

A pistol caliber carbine, come fuck with me

We got nothing but combine to make go BEEEEP

# VI. 

And my host body is my bitches box

Bum rushing Ravenholm always rocks

I got impulse 101 in stock

You think Alyx can take this throbbing cock?

# I. 

I want the Half Life 3 muscle memory 

Installed on my neurolink, but bitch I'm rocking debían 

With the root kit active, brains out the back and 

Onto the pile of shit rhymes and good smack 

# II. 

The walls are closing in

Noclip, fall into the nothingness 

Suddenly it's reversed, I'm trying my hardest to hit the ditch

# III. 

God at killing Combine

Sv_cheats paired with the bong. I've 

Just been passing hours in Half life 2, black mesa I belong to you

# IV. 

And you only, but come access this pipe

I ain't had a shower in 7 hours, baby I'm ripe

With the suppression field I ain't even gotta pull out tonight

Wasted half of my life but it feels right 

# V. 

And my love is white, viscous as vortussy. 

Might fuck around and make some antlions mushy

A pistol caliber carbine, come fuck with me

We got nothing but combine to make go BEEEEP

# VI. 

And my host body is my bitches box

Bum rushing Ravenholm always rocks

I got impulse 101 in stock

You think Alyx can take this throbbing cock?

# I.

I've got no future I suppose besides this grow

My green thumb pointing out, as my glandular head blows

Tomorrow I'll be gone, but I'll see you soon I'm sure, still dabbing delta and reclaim with this propane torch

# II.

And I've started to believe that these websites don't lead anywhere

And I've started to believe that I don't really care

Because if I stop scrolling the way I'm living might catch up

And I don't wanna be around when that day comes

# III.

Share with me MP3s in 320 at least, but more like

FLACs by the sack and smack to keep me far behind

Though I'm spinning wheels, my pace

In this never ending race

Is slow as the molasses in my leg

# IV.

And I've started to believe that this internet is long since dead

And I'm starting to believe, that all the words I've bled

Are cataloged and used to train an algorithm, rhythm stolen from the past misgivings in my head

# V.

Just get me anywhere

Just me out of here just get me anywhere but here

# VI.

(Cut to From Here To Utopia bridge)

On the night that I burn my last grow

I'll be stanking so loud that the world will know

And I'll be singing

Yeah I'll be singing we are free

# VII.

As the electricity, tents, fans, and seeds, they never come cheap

I know it's hard to trim it down to size

But promise me we'll always try

# VIII.

(Tangled in Ropes by Holy Locust)

Tangled in ropes

Chronic for the cure

In glass or in plastic, it's my way to mask it

Had a head full of hash

And I'm dead to the masses

I'm so past it, half masted, pink misted, never see the sun

# IX.

And mixing our nutes with holy water won't cover up raising these lambs to the slaughter

A life marked in wax, hash oil custard they melted that summer

Hoping we might be numbers soon

# I.

They murked Charlie Kirk, throat spurting, no hurting

All death and disaster. Turning Point up someone's ass

# II.

USA, USA, hit em with the shot of gay

Pistil whipped ‘em up and prayed to substance, life in dismay

# III.

With a pipe in my face

FRT in my other

My clothes stank like dank, fuck I'm just like my mother

# IV.

But I've had my druthers and I've made a stink

So bad that they called the pigs. I'm tickled pink

# V.

But I ain't even giving fucks, I don't have an opinion

Giving up gin while I'm living in sin. Won

The war against boredom is what they will say

Unable to pray all of the gay away

# I.

Lossy where you been at?

Indebted to the FOMO

Drugs up in my spine. I'm never fine. I'm tired of dope. No

# II.

Dollars in the bank

Pill collars and the dank

Live squalorly again and give scholarly with pens in my throat

# III.

Call me baby, I'm pleading

I'm starving, I've never eaten

Nothing but antipsychotics and Valium for my coccyx

# IV.

Tally guns and do crossfit

Rally nuns to get off with

Shall we run to our pink mist mentality? Cost bits

# V.

Of grey matter, huffing down shatter

Pitter patter of the splattered substance stamped upon the ever spinning platters

# VI.

Shat her words onto this stained canvas

Like I motherfucking planned. This

Isn't what I signed up for

I'm breathing hate and making war

# VII.

This apathy so sweet and pure

I'll be found on the bathroom floor

I'm post grand mal in Tucson with a plastic smile and noose on

# VIII.

Who's on first responder duty

When they find me in the movie

Theater OD’d on the seat, I'm Sarah Lynn, accept defeat

(You can kinda lay it over Yen by JPEGMAFIA but it'll be a folk punk song)

# I. 

I got an LMG and ILGM

I got glocks wrapped around the mainlined stems 

I smoke pot in the bed until my eyes are red

I choke on cots and shout that I'd be better off dead

# II. 

And I've been alien to all known clans

And it's clandestine as the fucking man

Press record with pressed oxy clutched in hand

Knock the door while the fans running, that's the plan

# III. 

Bump the cans in the ghetto 

Off a pound of amaretto

Living debt or still in debt

Collecting memories, regrets 

# IV. 

And reasons not to hang it up

She's got the dope, I'll bang it up

An ounce of sadness in my cup

Fresh out of bulls for me to pup

# V. 

And I bet I'm wrecked but I'm going far

With a shot of hope and an FN SCAR

And the pot I choke down in my car, I am a star, I'll pass the bar

# VI. 

I'll be found DUI in Delhi

On my way to hell. I

Find that apathy consumes me

While the sedatives entomb me

# VII. 

Handed Trey the oxy up in Whitehall 

Said “you owe me”, popped by nightfall

Might call on the damn quran

If I'm trying to press a leaf for longer

# VIII. 

Sessions with the kief

I missed the lessons for relief

I never felt at home in the class room

Half as sober as a hash plume

# IX. 

Off the Ritalin and gas fumes

Always aiming center mass. Boom

Shoving weed oil up my ass until I'm spitting out green grass

# X. 

And banging bubble hash, no trouble

Stashed a dub under the tongue of my shoe

They found the kilo of tranquilo with the damn spear, I'm run through by

# XI. 

Pure copaganda, this was never in the plan

I manned a one man band across the land while substance soaked and cattle banded

# XII

Die. No it won't pass soon

Hash oil tincture in the flask. Moon

Rocks in trash

Mistakes left in the past

Was it really broken, did we need that cast? 

I.

All caps like Peggy and the NSA

No taps, no tails, no FBIA

2 plants I pray to, start every day to

I'm egotistical, my bitch mystical

# II.

My fist blistered, pink mist and I'm splitting

With the run ons I've been sordidly smitten

Pull pipes from pockets, just to unlock. It's

Nothing, I've been getting by

A Soul so Dark, Prepared To Die

# III.

Like Frank Olsen I'll try to fly

Like dank colas I grow in size

Dynavap scars on my thighs

I accumulate. Living fried

# I.

I'm a pastafarian, ain't got no car

And I'm dying higher than the sea level is tomorrow

And I'm tired, fussed with nothing but the god's honest truth

Like every day we waste we get further from youth

# II.

I'm a class traitor and a cash hater and I choke

Down the letters either in debt or rope

Can't cope, I can't maintain

I'm the personification of an old hash stain

# III.

On your favorite couch

Where we wasted time

Don't wanna be a painter I just want to be fine

I've been nodding off playing Spec Ops: The Line

I'm a tissue culture that's in decline

# I.

Walking around City 17 and repping for my fucking team

Who gives a fuck when giving fucks don't lead to life?

I haven't seen

# II.

A greater hell than Ravenholm,

Strapped with that grizzie, I do roam

Slapping that 9 up in his dome

Capping ’em quick as gela-tone

# III.

It's rise and shine Mr. feet man

Gotta grow it in my dreams and in my fucking sleep man

I gotta give up and just stow it, baggage, maybe just throw it

Out with the bathtub gin water. My sanity has been slaughtered

I.

And I'll sing my heart out over you

And I'll get you the tar it's the least I can do

Nod off until morning then hit the foil

While I smoke up bring your silver spoon to a boil

II.

I'm broke, on my last stamp, we're all out of gear

When h turns to fent and then fent turns to fear

The fearing of loss in the shadows tonight

If this feeling is wrong I don't wanna feel right

III.

And I'm dopesick, and I'm tired

Yeah I got the message you wired

Calling to let me know if I'm still dry don't come home

IV.

Each breath that you take is my only excuse

A life without you is a life with no use

Now let's get through the night, on your side, babe I'm so

Stressed by your heart when it's beat is so slow

V.

And I'm dopesick, and I'm tired

Yeah I got the message you wired

Calling to let me know if I'm still dry don't come home

VI.

And I'll sing my heart out over you

And I'll get you the tar it's the least I can do

(breakdown)

VII.

Nothing left to lose

I'm hoping I am what you choose

I swear this junk is like a noose

Gripping me tight but still so loose

VIII.

She said “I'm only passing time, all I'm committing to is crime”

Till I'm committed I'll be living, earning anything but dimes

IX.

And yeah Patent Pending played my friends bar mitzvah

I was born rich, I'll die broke, on vomit I will choke

I missed when she called and then she painted walls

Nowhere left for me to fall, I found the answers in the sprawling mess of

X.

Medication logs, I'm mummified inside a bog

No net profit just to scrog

I spent the rent on fent and bent the knee

No I'm not who I meant to be

Unsent words before they were seen

Call me anything but clean

I.

Hopping out with no shoes no saddle

No horse, no cattle

No splattering shatter

Oh I've been

Screaming “morphine” in my dreams

Alone on the pavement by exit 53

II.

And I'm pissed to leave, and I'm blitzed as we

Are worthy of just serving our own needs with

Chemicals in plastic, sedatives, I'm past it

Mask it, hash flask it, pass the glass gasket

III.

With a Pax in my face and a fist in the other

My clothes stank like dank, fuck I'm just like my mother

I'm white as my brothers, we drank wine, we had fun

She chose pills, I said “I’m done”

I.

If it rhymes it gets written down

I got lots of words I've been shitting out

I've been spitting loud as my throat allows

All while cutting substances into mounds

II.

Like I'm Max Mermelstein

Pax burning, we stay high as these stacked burners

In Saul's office, with a Sawzall, on the hunt for rough diamonds on call

III.

It's a Far Cry from the ideal life

Tar eyed with the high heeled strife

Marred by all the stars in the light bulbs that be keeping up nights

IV.

Onion patches harvest brown and white

Tried to jump but I'm afraid of heights

Yet high as kite, I've been dying all night

But I stay alive purely out of spite

V.

But maybe I'll find a way out of this coffin

I'm fighting with flight and my answer is often

To make hate while the sun is wafting aromas

Of cannabis flowers, just flipped to 12 hours

VI.

So it only gets worse, leaving here in a hearse

Delusions of grandeur and statements so terse

Nobody ever cared, not the second or first time

The boy who cried suicide stood on his words

VII.

I've a long ways to go before I make it home

I'm a little bit manic and not even stoned

But the Seroquel paints such a beautiful tone

Across the canvas that is my stupified dome

I.

Rotating the image, I'm fucking DREADing the quiddich

They're catching snitches, doing vicious, die for colors, we missed riches

II.

But I'm up on these bitches, I'm suiting up, tearing stitches

No pussies boy, we got switches

Strapped up for Baghdad. Which is it

III.

Are we fighting to live or we dying high with a shiv

Up in our soul we know it's right

And we're always down for a fight

IV.

Junk holds me loose but oh so tight

My heart is black, my dope is white

My soul is smack, fent is my eye

Without it I can’t see. Prepared to die

V.

She sold me to the debt collectors

Chemical regret correctors

Find me in the high seas

Can't help it I'm just a pisces

VI.

But a cancer? Shit, I might be

My “I can'ts“ are growing nightly

Answering my phone so whitely

Falling from great heights, Gone Postal

VIII.

Serviced in one-seven

Never made it to heaven

I'm living dead or in debt and were we to ever forget

IX.

About everything we regretted

And everything, then we'd see

I'm as far from suicidal as I'll ever be

X.

But I'm a scar on my denial

I'm a blister on the beast

I couldn't muster half a smile

I'm praying that facing east

XI.

I want to be the one you think of when you try to think of me

I'd like to beat the opposition before taking a knee

I.

Why can't we make peace a fucking crime?

Don't make sense but it does make dimes

I know it's fucked up but for the profits I want war

II.

Some day maybe we'll pack up and leave

And they'll say, “private prisons are slavery”

Afghanistan was burning, the world kept on turning

She gave me everything, but all I want is war

III.

Yeah I torched this whole desert

But it won't make up for 9/11

Bombs are our export, delivered by force

It's just good business, I want war

IV.

Some day maybe we'll pack up and leave

And we'll send bombs to brown kids by proxy

The business is booming, the trash fires are fuming

She won't do anything, I'll always hate for her

V.

Some day maybe we'll pack up and leave

And they'll say, “private prisons are still slavery”

Afghanistan was burning, the world kept on turning

She gave me everything, but all I want is war

All I want is war

All I want is war

All I want is war