Of The Line Lyrics

Smell like a skunk

I'm always on the hunt

Yung Unknown blow his nose

Always stuffed full of junk

Another bump

Can I keep up anymore

Weak I suppose when you sell your soul

At eighteen

You won't make it to twenty four

Damn the world is cold

More money than I made before

But a man still broke

How it goes

Can't afford

Much more

Make or break

Yourself for these hoes

Don't blow

All your mana

Saving some for the show

Nothing but empty faces

Running out of time and places

Gotta bad back

And a backwood blunt I'm facing

Maybe I can escape

To an ethereal plane

Where I didn't make all my mistakes

She said give her some space

Telling me what I am worth so you can replace

Bitch I'm a hive

With a mask on my face

Without a sober mind do or die innocent

Ima replicate

Laced it

Sick as fuck and I'm

Wasted

Picking up the past let's

Face it

1/8th in the back I

Faced it

Shirt stained with

Paintings from Kainen

Die on a regular basis

Is this what the game is

Is this what it's like to be famous

Bull shit

I know who you been talking with

Carbon copied profile pic

This time we ain't fixing it

Deal with it

You're awful bitch

Portrayal of your awkwardness

Bipartisan

Tell me bout my hopelessness

Miss me with your bull shit

Bull shit

I know who you been talking with

Carbon copied profile pic

This time we ain't fixing it

Deal with it

You're awful bitch

Portrayal of your awkwardness

Bipartisan

Tell me bout my hopelessness

Tell me I'm the one you miss