Societal Pressure Baker Ya Maker

Never face the past that i have seen
Myself's the only enemy
Life is all about the cream
And that's no choice you have to feed
Have to breathe
Catch a little life before you fall back chump
Life is full of fighters it ain't made to help a sorry punk

Smoke another blunt
While i'm on the run
Can't escape can't be undone
Let these demons out of my head
By splitting it open with the gun
(funk?) to the brain all on the curb
Nеver relax evеn off the herb
I'm the man walking thin lines
And i'm so focused on the purge
Dropping them bombs all on the crops
Blood on my shirt to the bottom of my socks
Psychopathic schizophrenic i'll be damned if i don't pop
Creep i crawl all through your town
I'm the one those sinister sounds
That go bump within the night
The boogeyman i'm all around

Never face the past that i have seen
Myself's the only enemy
Life is all about the cream
And that's no choice you have to feed
Have to breathe
Catch a little life before you fall back chump
Life is full of fighters it ain't made to help a sorry punk