Текст песни Rest My Head, Pt. 2 - Raymond Woods

A hopeless feeling, picking up your broken ceiling
Got some grade A whiskey in that barrel I've been wheeling
It's been helping with the healing, Im just tryna keep it real and shit
Impossible to prepare when you don't know what you're dealing with
Walls are caving in, no-one thought of saving him
Carrying his heart of gold, he's tryna shake the hate within
Made to win, lock him out he's breaking in
When you meet the guests up at the gate know what to say to them

I can't wait to sleep, sleep, sleep
I've been up too long, long

Burying his bones, know it's scary where he's gone
While this world will keep spinning, and this people moving on
Left you with his songs, never read through all his poems
I sincerely hope I have a reason to wrong
Leaving soon, if not treating bleeding wounds
Wrap them tight, while still leaving breathing room
Tell the truth, I don't matter what you do
Nah, I guess I owe it all to you

I'm on my way, I'm on my-on my-on my way now
I'm on my way, I'm on my-on my-on my way now
You're on your way, on your-on your-on your way round
When will I get a fucking chance to lay down