Death Saves Lyrics

How's the dopest thing you spinnin Mr. dopamine deficient

Wrote a whole record 'bout how hopeless he was feelin

Self centered spell bender

Devil here

I smell cinder

Young mutant sent through the shredder so my shell splintered

Sold my soul for coffee

Dead but I'm awake

That's all that really matters

Debt I gotta pay

And so there's bread I gotta make

Got this head I'm gonna shave

Fucked up teeth

Hey my granny love my face

Raised by a narcissist

Thirty years of livin 'fore I saw what a farce it is

Karmas in the carcasses

Found my car parked right where I forgot is

Made depression catchy for the college kids

Cards are on the table

Bullets in the chamber

Momma tried to teach me when to hold 'em

Got my mind on my money

Keep my name off ya tongue

Always eyes on the door

I been lookin to run

Cards are on the table

Bullets in the chamber

Only ever been known for foldin

But I keep it ten toes til I'm six feet

Three piece

Stayin well suited for the big sleep

Kill me when you can I'll be here til you get the chance

Kill me when you can I'll be here til you get the chance

From a place where there's a hidden blend of crimson in mud

Ask me how I fuck this up my shoulders lift to a shrug

Like I'm Proud a how i ducked my fams addiction to drugs

I say as my hands shake from what I sip in my mug

Sin's a word for things we can't admit that we love

They ain't never prove a crime from the fit of a glove

Story of my life written pen drippin with blood

Skin pigment tinted field of flowers just beginnin to bud

Holy Ghost drove a hole where my soul supposed to go

Came into this world fully shattered

Born with broken nose

Orchids on the shelf

Stop to smell the flowers

Dear boys sweet tooth went and turned Sour

Had to gas myself up

Pulled off at the pit stop

Clowns look like circus

Never catch me in the big top

Wash your mouth out if you comin with the shit talk

Pay me for a verse it ain't a feature it's a hit job

Put the money in the bag

Put your hands to the sky

Now nobody move

Might make it out alive

Put the money in the bag

Put your hands to the sky

Now nobody move

Never make it out alive

Cards are on the table

Bullets in the chamber

Momma tried to teach me when to hold e'm

Got my mind on my money

Keep my name off ya tongue

Always eyes on the door

I been lookin to run

Cards are on the table

Bullets in the chamber

Only ever been known for foldin

But I keep it ten toes til I'm six feet

Three piece

Stayin well suited for the big sleep