Songtexte Me and the Devil - Dust Raps the Blues

My girl left me I don't give a shit
That's a lie I want to die for all the love that I couldn't give
If you don't get it by now I doubt you ever will
I'm just pouring whiskey in the holes you could never fill
So fall in love off a one night stand
I keep a 45 sleeping on my one night stand
Just in case I gotta kill the ghost that's been haunting me
I got an empty bed full of memories that never fall asleep
That's the pillow case I couldn't solve
Jumped off the roof snapped my neck got up and I shook it off
Push the rock like a running back run it back
Bitch I hope they never put Portland on the fucking map
I ain't saying nothing like when you pray to god
We can just agree that this was all my fault Stella
I find a better woman work me until there's no me
I know her bedroom ceiling better than she knows me
No one knows me I'm just waiting on my wake
The 1911 is going to ghost you like a tinder date
Never text back leave them on read
Born dead with the Devil's digits scribbled on my forehead
I paint the city on my hoodie in graffiti
Then I zip it up until I disappear completely
I never had a good day or a good night
Bet if I could find a good vein then it's goodbye

The straight right leave your smile toothless
Trying to ride a unicycle shooters with the rifle longer than a pool stick
Suicidal two hits move zips inside a bible riding route six my saliva is the truth bitch
Blue lips I'm just seeing if this noose fits
I ate too many drugs when I was young and now I'm kind of stupid
I don't give two shits if I move units
I'd rather smoke loosies outside with the losers
King of the blues shit booth sips ruthless
Have the 45 singing to you like a blues lick
I never die like the Goonies my time's up
Even when I change the rhyme up I don't change the rhyme up
It's classic Dust until they grab me and the casket shut
Even then I'll probably still be rapping acting up
I bounced a decade you rappers still ain't catching up
I have you wrapped in plastic in the back of Brilly's Challenger
I count the caliber I'm about to blow my brains with
Fuck a label I'm trying to sign with Satan
No player hating I just hate playing
Naysaying kill them all bitch I don't ever play favorites
Like a raver how the K spraying
Lately I've been feeling like a ghost spray painted on the pavement
Thoughts in my head just toss me in a box when I'm dead
And I'll wake up beside my mamma's hospital bed singing