Cemetery

No one know where I’m at prolly at the cemetery now the devil reading me the itinerary.

Give me a fuck to give and I might come out my tomb haven’t been happy since I’ve came out the womb. I’ve been a junkie since a young age never could cope all I could do was hope. Now I ride around with my hoodie on feelin like a Jedi. Already turning to the dark side maybe that’s why I’m already dead. Turn the sprite blue instead of pink klono pins got a nice color.

Maison Margiela on my collar rocking my Balenciaga runners

It’s a different type of hunger when it feels like everything has been reset

Everything I touch turns to ruins

Everything I do comes off rude

The past changing the mood now

Hoping I don’t wake up now

Because this life has broke me

Took my soul from me

Everything is in pieces

Imma die young and that’s my thesis