Dead Dreams

They're burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams

They're burying me with my dead dreams

That still work

I'm doing better now- thanks for asking

I was dancing in a field full of caskets

A good kid, grew up fast, got into fashion

Hit the rap trap, backpacked out to Atlanta

And I'm out. They say misery loves company

So every other psychopath come to me now

I know just how it feels to be out by yourself

When you feel so hollow, got you howling at moons you-