Pull up

Aint no overdosing in this bitch man a fucking cracker lit ain't no fucking sleep for weeks we be on some tweaking shit we're going to cook some shake and bake wash it down and freeze a lake acetone to bring it back and then a crack of scrape a plate take a hit I take a shit man I feel fucking great bag it up push it out I'll be on some major weight pop a pill you spill your drink I know what y'all niggaa think we white boy wasted watch my pupils dilate

Real fast real high nine lives I can't die no hope so don't try see my eyes stay real wide Shadow Man in foreign lands I flat line I come back heart attack aneurysms blacking out I'm having visions DMT and ecstasy devil standing next to me like crossbones at cross roads we live to die our destiny no regrets Percocets sipping on some lean nicotine amphetamine puffing on some hydro green 

Trap, 808, memphis, phonk, horrorcore, slap bass, synth wave, Fibonacci, circle of 8's, F#, 3.14, golden ratio