Carcosa Scrim

[Intro]
Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer
Hahahahahaha
You did good $lick
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping

[Verse 1]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Got Glocks, got sticks, all at arms length
7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Couple more pills, on my way to heaven (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dancing with my demons in the moonlight
Yeah, takes some medicine to keep my mood right
Hop out, I can barely fucking stand up (I can't stand up)
When drugs come my way, I can't pass up (I can't pass up)
Wanna crawl to my room
Want it all to stop soon
So lost in my own crib
Float away, til' I'm off the grid

[Chorus 1]
Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter
Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers?
Burned out like a cigarette (Out like a cigarette)
On top of life, feeling discontent
Bury me six deep under my mama, weeping
Bury my bitch right beside me if she leave here with me
You see regret in my silhouette (Regret in my silhouette)
Burned out like a cigarette (Yeah, yeah, yeah)