Sand Bind YCK

Bitch I’m not drinking responsibly
I wish that Vans would come out here to sponsor me
Honestly I would get faded just outta the boredom I face
In a regular day so explain
Wishing that I wouldn’t but I would have in the end
What’s the point of living then if it ain’t a full send
Unorthodox so keep snorting rocks
And don’t give a fuck if I’m a corpse or not
Feel these tectonic plates are crumbling
And these rappers are sticking to mumbling
I can’t function the way that I’m stumbling
And the bag that they want well they fumbled it
Conceited I wish they would yield and secede
Imma one of a kind they would kneel to be me
Cloak and a dagger you’re climbing a ladder
That’s bout to collapse and it’s making you madder

Now my habits dragging me like I’ve been placed in quicksand
You’ve no right to call me that when you’ve already been had
Agreements made now what’s distorted
Reputation’s done and sordid
Bind me to the ropes in this desert
Aim high was your intention to get hurt
And I’ve been uninvolved
From the shallow shit that you want resolved