HERMIT ft. Eddie Branch, Conny Franko & Haunted Gauntlet Lyrics

This year, I'm really trying to be a better person

Flipped out of my hearse

Now I'm back to dungeons flipping verses

I hope the Dutch burns slowly

When I puff I hope it hurt me

I know my words start slurring when I'm drinking Gnac in coney

Mister double back standing very closely like you know me

I'm Oni with with the horns I'm blowing notes when I get lonely

And when my phone ring it's what do you fucking want from me

I'm on my own, I'm on my own

Inside I feel nothing

I'm in the ocean feel emotionless like stones eroding

I used to open up now I struggle to see the point is

I don't know what's wrong

Honestly I'm over it

Money just an object

With it I got options

Might adopt an octet

Think about this often

Reason you ain't popped yet

Inside of your coffin

Staring a locket homie what's the problem

With a gun to my head and with sissy pushing a cart

I put my heart to its failures

Revisit when the sun go dark

Panels of trains, carry my dead friends names as art

Jazz standards played the vein

Death pamper a monarch

Pay it back and pay it forward to start

Sounds like success live in the language

Ancient anguish's remark

On God, God owe me less than that room

Space for forgiveness in grace

Retrace my business to toothpaste and tunes

Merrily singing songs of fate, fuck, punk fake fool

Duck a jake or two to feel safe when I make a move

I'm just an addict with his vices on its leash

It's my niche, sending kites on papyrus

I write this for the violence and deceased

We was where the tyrants get theirs

Til the pirates intrigued

Now we are right here

Among the powers and flowers of peace

Dog we just those doods rapping and laughing

Yal those boo-boos cappin' and trashin', your own friends

Who love life but you hate yours

What happened dappin'

Fashion forward fuckos can suck this dick in Latin with no ends

On God