Текст песни Sketchy Kidz (feat. Baker Ya Maker) - Carbine C

I seem to always sleep with one eye open
Is that death I see approaching
Beginning to feel that emotion I try to let go but the grips over forcing
Torture play filthy one I bring the fun in rain or sun
Good decisions bad intentions there's no where to run
Kreep the crub close I smell the body roast
Flashing images they flood my head and I've awoken
Sneak closely as the times they change resurrect within my name
Memories they left to rot and I'm the one to blame
Hold the smoke deep upon my lips is death
I feel the overload is coming soon to break connect
I'm now defect
Words burnin bright cut my mind from outta sight think you're life is meaning something But I ain't seeing no light
Break it down to the ground sinista you hear the sound
Feel the shadow chasing me but I see no one around
Hold my breath tilI I feel ejected from this broken world
have no hope for the future as we see it all unfurl.

Let out an exasperated gasp
As the time flys past
Cant mask thats facts
Building racks
Back to the shack
Frantic writing
No more hiding
No more fighting
Riding the bull on my bull on my way to sell my soul
Because I could never get it right
Destined fate is out of sight
I'm still pushing with all my might
Leave me be let me see thats my right
Gotta get up like a kite
Fuck me and my internal conspiracies
You wont ever again here from me
True mourning
Wont be another morning
I wont see please dont let them glorify me
Cause now they want to crucify me yuh

Sketchy kid in the nissan
With the all black mask on
Rob your fucking house
Got the gasoline time to douse
Cause a scene
Got the blow time to bounce
Feeling obscene
Got the team feeling pristine
Hella clean with my dirty jeans