My Closet Is A Graveyard
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is "666" in the sky
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is "666" in the sky
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is "666" in the sky
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is "666" in the sky
Gravity's a b*tch, I’m feeling heavy
Prolly from all these pills in my belly
Whippin' the Chevy
I’m gripping the machete, palm never sweaty
Bust yo' head up open
And blood is spilling like a confetti
b*tch, I’m ducking low
Hoping that death is motherf*ckin' ready
He been stalking, he been watching Cherry
Tryna to turn me into jelly
Palm full of plenty pennies
I’m invested in a cheap death
Skin is sweating, peeping, now my seat wet
As I leak a weak breath
I’m the shepherd, b*tch, and all my sheep dead
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is "666" in the sky
I blaze the blunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is "666" in the sky
Just another nobody
Nobody body filled with Oxy, ayy
Heron inside the foil, five bags inside my pocket, ayy
Felonies, felonies with your b*tch, and eating Lebanese
I can see anything, Gabapentin got me bending knees
Depressing, I know it, I show it, they love this
So now I’m glowing
Pressing the fact that I’m loathing my whole life
So I just folded
Heron the drill like Folgers
I’m just growing colder
Looking over my shoulder
I know the reapers getting closer