paroles de chanson Artifact (feat. Osum) - Syn Suitcase

Commit half a stack
Commit crimes like butt fucking guys while playing hacky-sack
My dad gonna be dead by the time he's a grampy
That's a fact
I got grief to cope with before that aftermath
I handle opportunities with a fixed muscle to hassle fags
Spit loose blood back at the faggot fags
And I dip in the water before the storm Colossal taps

Dealing drug cunts for some damn pocket lint
The idea crossed state throwing a massive fit
Went from being a bum, to being a bum making dollar cents
I'll spit battery acid at where the eye sockets sit

Aye
Trains hitting my thoughts, making me a mental insomniac
Aye
Syn been waiting for me to gain skill to make a new audio track
Greif all around effecting both me and his artifacts
But all I do is sit-down and lack, waiting for the pain of a heart-attack
In my dreams, brains on the floor
For having an arguable jealous-core
She was a whore, just acting and waiting to make peak lore
But deep down I have a sore from my heart
That is ready for war
Me and Syn are just bored
Tryna find a way to cure the torn