[Verse 1: Loki]
These blackened memories, of taking things to extremities
Creeping through crops of indica when I was but knee high
Laying up in the cut with gangsters, black beret's and military attachés and ex GI's
Recollect now, nothing but 80 proof in my canteen, neck to the guillotine
Recollect the shit I seen, reflect upon the life I lead
Leads me to think they gon' bleed me, that's why, my creepy fly or die love'll leave me
They say what don't kill you make you stronger, but the scars run deep and nights is longer when you can't sleep
On One type of niggas in the company I keep, indo smoking, gun stroking
Laced up in straight jackets and laughing, khakis sagging
Round about the crack of my ass, smoke until I'm choking, until my throat gets like broken glass
Drinking till I'm not thinking, feeling like I'm sinking
Heavy handed, such as it is, this gun never weighed so much
This hair trigger to the touch, white knuckled in my grip
This cold chrome to my own dome, and crack and chuckles as I slip, telling my woman "don't trip"
I got this function for self destruction, of which, you can't change Loki for shit
[Chorus: Sicx and (D-Dubb)]
(I got so much trouble on my mind)
(Can't seem to find my place in life)
(Something's telling me that I don't have much time)
(Maybe I can die in my sleep tonight)
(I'm on one)
This entire life of mines got me loccing up off the edge, I don't like to give a fuck
(I'm on one)
Push the button I give up, might as well live up to my name and go to hell
(I'm on one)
My closet demons got me drinking till i blank out, can't stop until i'm tanked out
(I'm on one)
That lost it one to many times, cashing my chips and buy my pine box so my mind rocks
These blackened memories, of taking things to extremities
Creeping through crops of indica when I was but knee high
Laying up in the cut with gangsters, black beret's and military attachés and ex GI's
Recollect now, nothing but 80 proof in my canteen, neck to the guillotine
Recollect the shit I seen, reflect upon the life I lead
Leads me to think they gon' bleed me, that's why, my creepy fly or die love'll leave me
They say what don't kill you make you stronger, but the scars run deep and nights is longer when you can't sleep
On One type of niggas in the company I keep, indo smoking, gun stroking
Laced up in straight jackets and laughing, khakis sagging
Round about the crack of my ass, smoke until I'm choking, until my throat gets like broken glass
Drinking till I'm not thinking, feeling like I'm sinking
Heavy handed, such as it is, this gun never weighed so much
This hair trigger to the touch, white knuckled in my grip
This cold chrome to my own dome, and crack and chuckles as I slip, telling my woman "don't trip"
I got this function for self destruction, of which, you can't change Loki for shit
[Chorus: Sicx and (D-Dubb)]
(I got so much trouble on my mind)
(Can't seem to find my place in life)
(Something's telling me that I don't have much time)
(Maybe I can die in my sleep tonight)
(I'm on one)
This entire life of mines got me loccing up off the edge, I don't like to give a fuck
(I'm on one)
Push the button I give up, might as well live up to my name and go to hell
(I'm on one)
My closet demons got me drinking till i blank out, can't stop until i'm tanked out
(I'm on one)
That lost it one to many times, cashing my chips and buy my pine box so my mind rocks
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