Текст песни Parlay - Ap250

Eyes wide warrior mother fucking shogun
High tide coming out the mother fucking ocean
Pedal to the metal I can never slow down
Boiling like a kettle knock you out in the final round
They use the llama to protect a fucking sheep
Prepare for a coma cuz you′re all about to sleep
Come with me to the deep
I don't speak with tongue in cheek
Don a crown I′m a king
Still bound at my feet
Bout to call mayday
Need a fucking payday
Got the devil in a parlay
Smoking blunt several all day
Hang my cross the wrong way
Twins down a hallway
Have a sip of RED RUM
Wishing I was dead all day long
Playing in my head the same song
Never making friends with no one
Tried to have a funeral didn't show up

Dollar bills stained from the blood in my eyes
Tissues for my issues so I'm bout to rob a bank
The help I need not something money buys
Sail the seven seas then I′ll make you walk the plank
I lost track of time
I lost my mind
The weed I′m buying
Got me flying
Feeling godly
Out of body
I must be dying
Someone help me

My day has come
He sold his soul so I could roam
I rose from Hell still call it home
I stole his mind live in his bones

Get outta my head
I'm sick of feeling like I wanna be dead
Can′t escape the hell when I'm made of lead
Smoke a hundred blunts lay in my bed