SOUTHERN SAVIORS Lil Wretched & polyGOD (Ft. Baker Ya Maker)

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[Verse 1: Baker]
Wakin' up, feelin' like I never went to sleep
Eyes so red, mouth so dry
Feelin' like I'm out'a time getting chased on a line
It's a Do Or Die crime so I gotta get mine No rest for the strong
I keep myself sane with the word from my song
See how I get along as I pack on the bong take a snap to the head and hold it till I'm gone
No love for a saint getting lost in the drank'
All these feelings that I've had with these words I paint
So scary tho
It's a "miracole"
How I still have my life after everything
Never seen
When angels cry it's a fly over everything
Two smokes down and I'm heavy back on the drink
Mind so dead
Running on repeat
I'm only tryin' to eat
Get necked by any means
Hit the blunt then I'm back on my feet
Too stoned cowboy underground creeped(!)
Always on the hunt and I'll never get my feel
Pourin' with the cloak 'fore I break another seal