Beautiful Death

Born in 05, make it out of the loop

Knowing no lies, always up for the crew

No hands or knees when I run in my shoes

And no bitch can handle when they hadn't a clue

Pay a bad man for doobie, it's true

I pay a deuce and a knight for women, I do

It's like this every night since I last recall

And all the phone did was sit and slowly dissolve

Phone like the night, I paid her to call

And do some shrooms, I don't want sex I don't want head, I don't want you

God had me out on the loose

And I pray nights would just finish if it wasn't for two