Graves in My Grin

Streetlights flicker, ash on my skin

Laugh while I lose, graves in my grin

Hood full of ghosts that I still call kin

Black hoodie, black flag, backseat full of rumors

Rust on the pole, fingerprints on the Ruger

Cold in my chest like the soda in the foam cup

Hate in my eyes, every handshake is a close-up

Dust on the dash, but the cash smell fresh

Tires leave snakes in the rain on the crest

Say a name once, then it fades in the mist

Carve it in the curb if he ever get dismissed

Graves in my grin, I been way too friendly with the sin

Smoke in my lungs, I ain’t letting any heaven in

Demons in the ride, all they ever wanna do is spin

Graves in my grin, graves in my grin

Mama said pray, but the church feel empty

Choir in my head sing "hurt" on a twenty

Phone on mute, but the beef still ring

All this paranoia got a mind of its own swing

Shoebox bank, whole life in a closet

Love turn lame when the price on a deposit

Eyes on the rearview, heart on the chrome

Whole city feel like a casket, not a home