Текст песни Devour (feat. Cudney) - Blood Cannery

Ill devour, Ill devour
Scones and chitlins
Drift in flowers
A peaceful sunday
A poorch with Pappy in the sun
When I think some
When I think that I dont know my shit
Well all I knows a bail of hay
And a belly full of grits
I dont long to be sidelined
I could picture an exit from youth
That dont kill the fucking fire
But over complications seem to drag me to an early fucking grave