paroles de chanson Of the Line - Unknown The Plague

Smell like a skunk
I'm always on the hunt
Yung Unknown blow his nose
Always stuffed full of junk
Another bump
Can I keep up anymore
Weak I suppose when you sell your soul
At eighteen
You won't make it to twenty four
Damn the world is cold
More money than I made before
But a man still broke
How it goes
Can't afford
Much more
Make or break
Yourself for these hoes
Don't blow
All your mana
Saving some for the show

Nothing but empty faces
Running out of time and places
Gotta bad back
And a backwood blunt I'm facing

Maybe I can escape
To an ethereal plane
Where I didn't make all my mistakes
She said give her some space
Telling me what I am worth so you can replace
Bitch I'm a hive
With a mask on my face
Without a sober mind do or die innocent
Ima replicate

Laced it
Sick as fuck and I'm
Wasted
Picking up the past let's
Face it
Faced it
Shirt stained with
Paintings from Kainen
Die on a regular basis
Is this what the game is
Is this what it's like to be famous

Bull shit
I know who you been talking with
Carbon copied profile pic
This time we ain't fixing it
Deal with it
You're awful bitch
Portrayal of your awkwardness
Bipartisan
Tell me bout my hopelessness
Miss me with your bull shit
Bull shit
I know who you been talking with
Carbon copied profile pic
This time we ain't fixing it
Deal with it
You're awful bitch
Portrayal of your awkwardness
Bipartisan
Tell me bout my hopelessness
Tell me I'm the one you miss