Lyrics Killingfields In Cambodia - RCBros

RCBros to the motherfucking grave yaya

Young Blackie ye ah
Young Blackie ye ah
Young Blackie yeah ah
Young Blackie Young Blackie yeah
I'm preaching to the dead and diseased
Getting my bread with fucking ease

I'm preaching to the dead and diseased
Getting my bread with fucking ease
Love me babe it's alright or I'll have to leave
Damn 35 degrees still keep on that fucking longsleeve
Hiding what I once believed what I once perceived to be reality
Don't wanna show my scars tat me up for free
Countin down the days till I die shake hands with the reaper
Fuck that I already breathed
On the day I die don't be sad bump my shit and let my energy breath
For me It's time to leave I want my head wreathed
When I finally transcend completely unreleived
For me It's time to leave
For me It's time to leave
I'ma leave that hoe geeked Ima leave that hoe peeved
Please don't deceive
Your love's the only thing givin me peace
I'ma leave that hoe pleased

Smoke Weed, breath in the breeze, at ease, we're gold G
Me oldie, now lonely uncontrollably
I buy daily, I cry baby
High and dry so don't cry baby
For days I've been fighting at the edge of the lines that defines
What my eyes see and what I tries to be
Not the designed symphonys
For shiny memories these core melodys of my court of remedies
Preach like Blackie's persona Black Angel Wings
But not to the dead and deseased
But for the freedom and peace
Don't really got a designated audience
Just to all people, all equal, to the fall deep people
To the ones that isolate themselves
Here's some help don't let your angered mind set swell
Treat well, likely something not worth your time
Your urge to cry may surge sometimes
I know I've tried
If you're in the same hole as I
Don't go delirious
What I experienced
It's weirdly shit and It's useless craving
My patience finds ways to bend the theory of waiting
I'm shaken this earth takes me trails
My brain slowly meltens
The pain when it fails
The way that it breaks
Makes me alone
To be fair I only go to areas I know before
My whereabouts are unknown
Point blank Gun hold
Ends well? Not sure
Finger on the trigger
I shoot I flicker
Bitter blood drips quicker
Bullet hole spits red and covers my nostrils
You fool you fossils
You look so puzzled
Blackie our dream came to be
What once was just figments of phantasy
We thought of while I carene
On some buck shot P I got off a junkie
And frankly
I am going nuts thinking what the fuck does Lars got as guts
My theory to my fear
Is that I am a genius but not a smart, working hard intuitive typ
But more get thoughts fast, Use them and lose em type
Boy I'm the fucking useless kind

I'm preaching to the dead and diseased
Getting my bread with fucking ease
Love me babe it's alright or I'll have to leave
Damn 35 degrees still keep on that fucking longsleeve
Hiding what I once believed what I once perceived to be reality
Don't wanna show my scars tat me up for free
Countin down the days till I die shake hands with the reaper
Fuck that I already breathed
On the day I die don't be sad bump my shit and let my Energy breath
For me It's time to leave I want my head wreathed
When I finally transcend completely unreleived
For me It's time to leave