Stephen King & Moxie ft. Ceschi Lyrics

Getting high

To not feel

So low

Never understand

The things we don't

Know, no

Way out of this bottomless pill bottle

Hole, whole

Life feels scared and awfully alone

I'm from a place that's known

For Stephan King and Moxie

He had a gun in his pocket

Every time he sold me Oxys

Second floor of his apartment

He kept the cash in his stockings

I was sixteen, he was probably 23

I was selling drugs so I could do drugs for free

I came from Ahh! Real Monsters

Fairly Odd Parents

And an odd amount of luck

Are the odds of O.D.ing

Way higher than succeeding

Where I'm from??

Probably…fuck

Never woke up safe

Monsters in my house

Painting nightmares in my brain

Screams pouring out my mouth

Soaking wet in cold sweat

Went to sleep on deathbeds

Woke up to death threats

Detox a reset

Changed my number

So I didn't have to see texts

From friends who were sick

For O.C's and hook ups

Orange cylinder got shook up

Sold these

Nose bleeds,

Can you hold these

Eat 'em all If ya see police

Credit card candy crushed dust

Dollar bill rolled up for the codeine

Only one to get Sober out of the homeys

Only one to get Sober out of the homeys

Reading youth eulogies

Death piles up

Watch the clock all you want

Can't tell when time is up

Time to kill