The Aftertaste Wombat

[Chorus]
So what does death taste like?
I know the aftertaste, it's hard to shake
I nearly passed away on father's day
Reminiscing on my past mistakes
Yeah I know the casket's waiting it ain't far away
And people laughing at my pain it's getting hard today
They don't even know I'm suicidal in the dark and I can't spark a flame
I'm just another blip of an artist up in the market of the database
So who gives a fuck what my bars would say

[Verse 1]
Yeah, if these were my last words I hope they never remember mе like forgetting the password
Lеt the past burn, fill the flask, triple dropping pingers til' my heart hurts
I've been living silly since I can't learn
I've been feeling different since my nana and my pop passed
Wish I could just pop past, visit them but nah word
Yeah, I'm feeling distant from my father, feeling distant from my brother, feeling distant from my ma
Feeling shit, cos' I haven't had a mix
Feeling scattered mixing valium and bricks
It's a habit that I haven't yet to kick
I used to mix my xannies with my pingers and then have a little fit
What an actual little bitch
Just an addict but as tragic as it is, I ain't trafficking or trapping, I ain't clapping with a ting
I ain't stabbing with a shiv
I ain't rapping bout' that crap cos' I been rapping what I live
What the fuck am I doing with my life?
Yeah, they say my music helps em' all cope with the woes and the stress
But I still feel like a joke and this bloke is close to the edge
If you haven't noticed yet
Broken, emotional wreck
Overdosed on my death bed, I'm supposed to be dead
Thank the lord I'm still here every moment I'm blessed
I'm so over the top it's going over your head
But they still think I'm in over my head
I just smoke up a sesh