Self-Slain Instigation Lyrics

They say he a

No I'm not all right

I'll have to ask him twice

No I'm not all right

They say he an instigator

Cigarette tatted on you won't see him later

Stick that blade up to his skin keep the blood to savor

Got a voice up in yo ear talkin' bout a favor

Oh he an instigator?

Yes I am an instigator

Send a pin, let him in, I won't fight

All this sin put a lens on my life

Hard to win when I'm dim to the light

I just want my soul guess I'll have to ask him twice

No I'm not all right

No I'm not all right

I've been through this shit about a 'hunned fucking times

Devil in my head, he be creeping through the night

Reaper in my bed, see him holding up a scythe

They say he a

Fein, lean, mean

Sippin' on promethazine

Always nodding off and constantly smoking evergreen

Popping pills and percs to fetch a high

He can't be for real

If he keep it up he'll surely die

But he know he will

All those fucking secrets that I kept to save your soul

All those fucking memories of laughing on your phone

But you don't seem to remember you can't wait to see me home

Only saying sorry now 'cuz you can't stand to be alone

They say he an instigator

Cigarette tatted on you won't see him later

Stick that blade up to his skin keep the blood to savor

Got a voice up in yo ear talkin' bout a favor

Oh he an instigator?

Yes I am an instigator

No I'm not all right

I'll have to ask him twice

I fuck with it